Friday, September 15, 2017

pearly absence

under-tongue,
a bead of best
foot flailing
gesticulates.
flowers forged
in the kiln
of deprived
skin. friend!
what word
tells a more
gentle lie?
my tendrils,
these bestial
feelers, deep-
fried in
hibernation.
untouchable!
under-standing
the parasol
to be your
new sun.

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