Tuesday, 24 April 2012

This is a body

This is a body
Made up of money
All stitched together
Stuffed with dead memos

Stepping out surely
Owning the pavement
With white teeth and hard on
Looking for nothing

Working a good word
And giving out signals
And tearing out secrets
And getting the picture

Giving up silence
And small words that matter
And slips of the wet tongue
And hurting of kisses

Taking a place
And making it matter
Crowned with the bruises
And soft tears of lovers

This is a body
Seamless in stitches
All put to order
Closed to each question
A ready made answer 


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    1. Thank you! I'm glad you picked up on that. It's not something I do easily.