lightly.
there is a fall to it, quite
it semes
(my intent was out)
filtered not favored,
yet its taste
[cold in a warm way . . .
presense
we came here to
, as well
the whole ocean of it
supine.
prickly in temperament tho not heat
every thing segmented:
as to see
my dear Amnesia, lost as tea–
the fold of the papered leaf
we grow weary waiting
[yet sunlight]
could be it was remembered
so subtle, almost white
he took it;
valiant they thought
the moon covered in dew
centuries of sweat
redness receding (
held)
the slightest reason for
he asked for it
an apple
pouring portions for each
she taught him
after the fall
before it had sprung
a reaching
tenderless
fork & torque
the color of blood, not taste of
dried it
soaked by
inches but that was enough
around that time like the face of a clock
hand for hand
swivel at the joint
the head turned
alive
the thought before slipping
fractures
& all at once
ecr. l'inf.
Published on January 14, 2013 18:59