Tuesday, April 19, 2016


kiting fleeting spark
poised in the tree outside at two o'clock
aubergine drops from Jupiter
enveloping in seductions tangled expectations
perhaps i missed the coming of age
the coming of rage
delight mined from silver lips
ready for your tongue
ready for words unfiltered
and poured from the gods ....
presence pierces bones & light
this two o'clock gray pressing light
kiss me 

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