psalm for an under-excavated hum
everywhere beyond our bed is an unnecessary tundra:
this sore and sticky hibernation. the snuggle.
this spooning that never seems to run dry.
and you’ve made a cave of me. a hollowed out colossal
with this long overdue spring running hot in my november skin.
a ravenous cavern. black, calcified, and always aqueous.
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“november skin” works well against “ravenous cavern. black, calcified, and always aqueous”
I sighed out loud with the phrase “and you’ve made a cave of me.”
Yeah! This is what I needed to start my day out right. I love “unnecessary tundra” and agree with the others. Something to love in every line.
PS Thanks for the beautiful cover art in the last lexpo volume!
stunning collection of words that push against each other to create newness. “unnecessary tundra” “november skin” spooning..run dry”
This poem is so delicious I want to call it edible, and find a spoon.
I want more Toyota references that sound Grecian. <3
AwESoMe!! ‘and you’ve made a cave of me.’ and ‘november skin’ are my favorites… keep up the good work…
“sore and sticky hibernation” – oh yes! Love poem for passion!!
this sings. this sings.
I’d like to steal “you’ve made a cave of me.”