Monday, September 19, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
in your ear
in your ear it is warm and dark;
i am curled up there in a tiny ball.
strangely it is silent. yet, i hear without words
without sound
there is an ear in my chest, belly and forehead
in the palms of my hands
yes i know ...
yes
ear
chest
flame warm
rhyme red
all that needs to be told not spoken
the walls of your ear are lined with velvet
a red glow vibrates there
every day glows behind eyelids
the shape of a stain within fills and sweetly bleeds
tracing the outline
Sunday, February 27, 2011
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