Lavendar Lips
I am of a bronze age.
My family all had mo-hawks.
We spoke by clacking our knees together,
singing hymns over glass canyons.
With lavender wine at our lips,
You taught me language,
And I became a star, floating
Through all possibilities.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2017
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