Wednesday, April 27, 2011

"tributary"

tributary


a pair of feet linger

under inches of

cold river water.

they frame a face:

a pair of eyes.


and in them light

lingers from below,

and projects whispers of

a broken bottleneck:

sunken deposition.


a pair of hands extend

and so palms are doused

for the sake of glass,

transparent inquisition.


later on, a mouth tells her:

“it really was beautiful!

can you imagine how old

the pair of lips were

that drank from it?”

1 comment:

  1. Justin, I was just checking this one out again and I really like it. Nice work!!!

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