Two Poems
Anonymous
Shy
Two coughs of bourbon, hesitant hand in weight of things tongued, splitting the smelling dark under veinthorough rosewood, oiled jasmine and after-rain ash swelled through toes hit long against stones coarsegrained, slowlifting. v.3 Ankled in lemon rind the escape ran from one harm: a neck fades, a bleached blonde undoes small pickings and leaps. |