I’d like to say the mind fortunes
everything, is chance & center
& control. But/and the lips
(but laud the lips!)
paradisiacal, equatorial,
fabled warning & grin.
Unforgivably well-drawn lips,
lips that dinnae speak,
diaphanous and darling.
(Embroiled, alarming.)
All lake water & reaching
white heron. Cloud-drift, fat
fat sky. And how touching
(how disappearing…),
how there is nothing new
to say about them – except,
how about them? how do
they part, suck in whole
holy breaths, what do
they perform precisely,
what will they will you to say?
I really like this poem. "what do / they perform precisely" ...
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