. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Sunday, May 12, 2019

She Is Seldom


She is seldom relaxed
reserves no pleasantry
scatters her ashes virulently

She is curved like an elephant's tusk
always bent to the task
dialogues long in a shipman's sea speech
divides her love like a kind conquering queen equivalently

She comes when my tongue is wet
cigarettes on her warm breath
breathing heavy wrapped in white sheets
white dreams and a sleep like death

TA

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