honey, your heart is
honey, your heart is
a fist of Middlemist Reds,
pallasite meteorite guts,
deep purple corn,
wages of all workmen,
fertile feel of cheek muscle
as it throws back against gums;
in squint of eye, gone.
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Just those first words .. that drew me in
“honey, your heart is
a fist of …”
Kevin
wonderful ripple of words.
evocative images
rare and common
plant and mineral
muscle and gum:
all loss there
in 8 lines
How wonderfully visceral!
Oh my, Amy what a gift you have. Thank you for letting it out on paper! Oooophs! in technology!
Hammered it! Now obsessed with Middlemist Reds.
You’re work is intricate and knowledgeable, so well done:)
I find myself looking up things to better understand your poems…I learn something each time, and appreciate your wit and talent all the more.