January 7, 2008

In Black

the approaching pupil of sky blinks around my body. i'm secure as a shell in a cloak of raven as the wings noir whisper flip and nip at my lips. Night fingers, the beautiful gloves of you, tumble my speak until i'm liquid smooth. I mouth your name...tongue dip lip press roll to the teeth. Over and over i weep into soot until the murky river cleanses my sight. which am i? which are you? This androgynous world heavy on me...I speak to an echo and close around your voice until i'm empty.....tiny.....gone....

just vacant colours in a negative shine.....

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