From 1997 Untitled

lips lit, liquid,
form a visceral kiss,
staining moon skin
in the dark forest.

cool air staggers.
i fabricate willows
and the mist,
stop to listen-

-the powdered whispers-

you swallow my voice.

small and sticky,
neck hinged,
i fall

softer now,
i fold into
my wax belly.
captive of
my woeful tongue,
i oscilate for
a moment
in the light.

then, gravitiy bound,
i fall, shatter,
slaked again.
dream denied.

by bypass the muse

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