Wander There with Naked Feet

knee-deep in

poesy

 

shook to

bone

 

so, he drinks

to keep warm

 

he bleats,

common:

 

art

of the megaphone

 

an exit—roof

of mouth

 

ready to, sure:

box it up

 

ship it as is,

why not?

 

scratched but

they could listen

 

or hold, really. The

shook, the exhaled,

 

the eye for detail, nose

for heat

 

say it bare:

gather my many leaks

 

pour me to knees,

wander there with naked feet

 

the poesy of thighs,

the prose of sheets.

 

 

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