Speak OnA Poem by L
There's nothing in your words
To make me stay. A graceless dance In how they come; Naked, trembling, From your lips. Nothing pleasant In their rise and fall, Nor in your misplaced pause To gather breath There's nothing in your thoughts To paint anew The earth to me, Nor me to them, Nor them to any, That have not Been said and forgot, Timelessly as night Nothing in the way you move Suggests You are not to be Splayed; foal-legged In the tide As infinitely malleable as I And yet, I've become A little caught up, So speak on
© 2012 L |
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