take us, involucrum.A Poem by h d e rushin
The two of us, drawn into this; animal spirits of physical sensation. Touching cheeks as if something loved
could fasten the symbol of purity to the soul, as in that makebelieve island in the whir
rich, oily or sweet in the froth of deep color; small ababbcc things in the rhyme royal.
Perhaps I once believed in you, so young, knowing parallelogram from affluent roses of the equal sided smile.
Delta blues stitches to sorrow just as the animist shore holds the existence of our bodies in
the same invention as our secret writings. I can be unforgiving, judged as the songbird, will-o-the-wisp,
and it won't unfasten our night of silver and evidence. Of how you chose to be mine, eventhough me, unprintable and obscene
unfit and balding, down the never-ending stem of virescence and red streaked,
virtu. admitting a middle-aged man into the garden of tendril-climbing leaves with bluish-back berries as his eyes.
Sometimes I see the little girl I met preserved in vinegar.
Sometimes I don't/ © 2012 h d e rushinReviews
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