Poetry

your mouth i remember your mouth its full swell of lip almost a girl's and    oh    those    kisses those whole grain kisses lacing my blue, blue ruin. and    oh    the    rythms the casual rhythms of your tongue sharpening, sharpening my body and later the white whispers that unraveled a brittle, brittle silence i remember your mouth pressed soft pressed cool pressed mute against my neck when the poetry was gone BACK TO TOP