Bloodstone…
breath rests like a stone/
in the palm of your hand/
the end/and the beginning/
a thought
swimming like fish/
floating
dormant/
gnash your teeth
against its hips/
and you will find
a woman/
waiting for the new moon…
© C-F-K2009
Bloodstone…
breath rests like a stone/
in the palm of your hand/
the end/and the beginning/
a thought
swimming like fish/
floating
dormant/
gnash your teeth
against its hips/
and you will find
a woman/
waiting for the new moon…
© C-F-K2009
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