Book of Glances: Kiss
Wax bones and brittle lips, I
kiss the earth that swallows all things
(whose fault, whose plate, whose tumble)
and say, blessed be the Name
of he who takes away.
Wax bones and brittle lips, I
kiss the earth that swallows all things
(whose fault, whose plate, whose tumble)
and say, blessed be the Name
of he who takes away.
A hard thing.
June 3rd, 2006 at 7:15 pm