Laura Breidenthal Poet Romanticism

Weak Spots Xiv

I love a mouth that tries,
And a heart that bleeds,
Yet is still determined to live—
Despite the absence of peace 

And absence has its beauty, 
Without needing to be filled with
Anything—absence is profound as a
Drop that fails to reach its end

The anticipating sound
Of its final plunge—
A drop that dissipates before it hits
The promiseless bottom

I love a mouth that speaks
When it is closed
It smiles and knows there
Will be a sound after the emptiness



2.14.20

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