Monday, January 22, 2007

untitled, no. 7

come sit with me
here, in the mouth of the sea
and its salty tongue

bring your ear close
and careful
let me make some whispers

i have a hot breath
may be fevered
but scented and dark

wrap your toes in watery weeds
the sea loves hungry things
this is an unquiet place

watch my lips red in the sun
if you are an unjealous lover
and willing to my ways

sit here loose in dreaming
hours walk meaningless
and the sand forgets everything

i collect the tears of angels
they serve to break my fast
they can ease your thirst

let's sit here swallowed
and if my kisses please
and if you're willing to my ways

here, in the mouth of the sea

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