Wide digital almost sky

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Wide digital almost sky

there was no other pretense enunciation
for Heather
In My Silence To Justify
For Years
Afterward
In My Country
Sadiiqii

it’s true
in the cemetery the softest grass to lie down on
is a woman
i have many times rolled on and across
lips of the angelic dead
but tonight
i drag my dark bones overlooking the arroyo
to drink your legs
there is no dreamy look of innocence
on her face turning stone
no moaning hollow of her breasts
i have come here to sleep the absolute sleep
of wings rising from your breath
a rootless wet green in the mouth at night

AuthorCraig Czury
2018-08-21T17:23:23+00:00 January 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 40|0 Comments