December 20, 2018

sacred too

she
glass shell, put to his ear, 
hear smoke whisper samba inside,

come move.

wide sea, carry on carry back,
hear snare drums and surdos inside,

come move.

so sway. quarter beat.
play she lips and he lips
so sway.  quarter beat
pull she to he hips

afternoons slow, the telephone left
on the desk

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