Wednesday, June 15, 2011

cleaning the dust.

clear the lines from the plate
and make some more
a deep inhale
another lift
another lift
another score

make the conversations quickly
just in case
you forget the lines
on the plate again
take another
and interrupt each other
over and over
inhale
and make the words spring forth
all unimportant
and without sort
yet still racked with desire
to exist
to come off the lips
for the air, a kiss
and again.
lift.
inhale.
lift.
until the drought comes
and you want to fill it again.

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