Poetry Series #67: Untitled

in #poetry4 years ago

Neither snow nor autumn nor ultraviolet nor deep brown but marine
fisherman of the depths of my mouth - your preserving
Stills your round regard as though it were jungle
all candles become pins
solute curiosities
like bones wiping next to farms
a thunder of doves
and you frozen

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