They mouth love's language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.
Love's breath in you is stale, worded or sung,
As sour as cat's breath,
Harsh of tongue.
This grey that stares
Lies not, stark skin and bone.
Leave greasy lips their kissing. None
Will choose her what you see to mouth upon.
Dire hunger holds his hour.
Pluck forth your heart, saltblood, a fruit of tears.
Pluck and devour!
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Love it. But I'm partial to him at present cause I'm reading him from books.
What is amazing about his work is it seems to feel alive and I've come to just me enamoured with his complete honest sense of the Human being. All our dirty parts become somewhat beautiful.
When is he going to be Poet of the Week?
Lisa
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