The Avant-garde Poet by Melanie Browne

ties you up,
wraps your hands
to the bed

you are the tangled explosion
of salt on a
watercolor painting

when he’s
finished he
gives you a sip
of water
from his leather

you are silence
and snowflakes,
the laurel and

the revelation

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"you are silence and snowflakes . . ." - Nice!
-steve calamars


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