i.
Mouth—yours,
rich in fullness of them—
whatnots and such of lovers' rose-dusted forevers,
in seasons of flourished sorrow
afar they eye, in plenty ongoing—
anticipation: external, everlasting, evermore,
forever and a day—always—constant, incessant,
the perpetual of unremitted and . . .
the nothing of fruition's disappointment
lies in the seat of lips, double spoken.
©ECole789 1/15/2017
YOU ARE READING
three breaths deep and hold
Poetrystill the day's ordinary mind-chatter to the calm of silence and take in these thoughts, running one way then another; catch them--if you can--for a third time on inhale: three breaths deep and hold; and when you, in slow deliberateness, exhale; let...
