Press "Enter" to skip to content

and you pour, leaking your words

and you pour,
leaking your words
down pipes,
from high, and they
trickle/find a way
to stalk the ground,
as though your prey,
and in push-soft graze
of breeze, your fingers
slip to tip of these,
and throat grows wet, in need
of dry, of speak, of world,
of breath, of thy bleed’

silence in your brushings/strokings/sway
i have nothing but words

Be First to Comment

Do NOT follow this link or you will be banned from the site!