neck song
this is yes
petal paws satiny padding
your lips
beneath at the collar
and i am watching
there goes comportment and composure
i am a piece of paper and all the writing
erased
you rub and nuzzle cat
and moisture there
it is
off goes the cannon
the cannon goes pop
the words stop at my teeth
i eat melody in their stead
i am breakfast, at breakfast
yes
no
you have me
there is nowhere-to-go
but further on up the ridge
this water is obscure luxury
yours, love light to the skin
asking more of me
and drowning is the thing
all i care for
all these hairs are porcupine
fretting your song on the air
as my lips go numb
i am awash with a myriad
named for you
4 thoughts on "neck song"
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I like the contrasts in this poem. Love light to the skin but there’s also something heavy about the water and the drowning. I feel overwhelmed by this poem and in a state of surrender.
feels like walking.
Imagery and unexpected turns, as usual, sir! 👏🏼
I like how the beginning draws you in then – there goes comportment and composure – like a black and white movie where the characters become real