To ask for fire to burn the dross --
Bourgeois sentiment!
Neither Your sword nor mine
needs summoning. Its flat presses
my chest's breath; its blade chars
grey paths; its point suspends
a twitching body:
this way,
or that,
nakedly
oscillate
a stomach strong enough
to hold the sword.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
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