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SONNET

and that night. the electric storm. the lake

flames. you sleeping so soundly. your big bones.

smooth forehead. your dry pale mouth split lip skin

flakes. to bite them off with needle point precision

 teeth. to chew and roll in a minute translucent ball

and spit ball against the horizon. slin its so

wonderful peeling your back after summer. a perfect

sheet of skin. pores backprint and some bone down.

your backbones fossil. the sickly olive patch beneath

 

pressing the veil of skin against my face. sucking

some in with every breath. skin erection all symbols

of a bliss. I was so amsed so moved I loved you so much.

WITT,1973,Gothan Book Mart

 

 

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