Saturday, 25 September 2010

Vodka Isometrics

It started in the light
Another day
From my ochre teeth
To the bones
Connected in my feet

Some parts of night jumped
Between matter and skin

It came full circle
Once one had left
Another appeared
Laced with another
Blow or soft bite

Full make up
Over scars
Found again

She dries off bruises
Saying this time
Next year
These legs
These eyelashes
Will take you

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