2.
crossroads doesn't mean always what you think.
paint lace on the negligee and the lady's still a lady:
hold ear to that statue and hear
the whispering ocean,
the wax overlay of it
melt, slight, against you.
hold up beauty:
hold up those lips
as if to rain--
re-freshen
like petals under gathering dew.
3.
beauty a tragic
circularity.
that is why i dream possess of
you
ugly or lovely,
sweet bird--
to never lay
your
singing head down
in dirt.
hold you up,
back
beyond
these meat
hooks of mine.
1.
what might have been:
a chocolate rabbit,
solid straight through.
don't leave your candy bean
to dissolve my love
in this rain--
my tongue,
my hollow mouth
will hold you--
my lips will
deny themselves
your name.
press
lids closed.
taste
that
longing flavor.
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