untitled (drunken poetry series)

Whipping wicked wind
kicking up stinging dust
but you still have to sleep
you still have to pay it all
with your cards and seeds
your leg and your tongue
dripping soft syllables
oh,
but soft what light
what soft white light
so smooth the call and
slick the clutching wire
it is the hour of wild sky
the handsbreadth of reality
you breathe it all and I
love you

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One thought on “untitled (drunken poetry series)

  1. Faristha K. says:

    Beautifully written!
    Do check out my works too if you’re interested šŸ™‚

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