Untitled by A.g. Synclair

You find religion in a glass
in half empty bottles
in the twisted notes of that song
in the way she swallows you whole
in the secret hiding place
where you keep her words
a tangled language of crickets and clocks

3 comments:

B-u-x said...

Possibly one of the best things I've read in a very long time.

I so wish I'd written this!

Love it.
Bux

Heather Brager. said...

I do love this little piece.

themontuckyreview said...

Thank you, Bux. You too, love... :)

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