02 November 2010

rough draft, 102820101655

i know or do not know you
beside the heft of your legs
& knit-black stockings; i do not
need nor save need in the glut,
the choking overabundance(: starts
the pulse feather, quick scrape
over the hall of tongue; cough
rich with purpose, the body, harmony
a wallet full between my legs; cough
again a selfish exhaling as if
peering through a mirror through a mirror)
of gastric detail.

Staring palms
his comfort
reddening the thigh
on flesh.

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