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About This Poem
The Night of the Long White Words
Angel flesh on the writing table,
hooked on tempered divine,
lifting, blade to blade, raphe to crura,
gray flowing over white, moving fast
to quiet water loud water quiet water,
the cakes and creams and pleasures of butterfly lips,
violets woken from dusky sleep,
marigolds plucked leaf by vibrant leaf, pale daffodils
watered by saliva, words naming parts
worked together from higher orders of geometry,
serpentine salvation in the gut,
bodies in tandem transit become torrent,
become ecstasy.
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