Sunday, 7 November 2010

Side of the table

From the other end
It looks and sounds
Easy to take

One year or more
Before roads and rooms
You knew
Move into

Rooms and roads with
Different walls
Paint signs
And sounds

I put my old hands and head
Into all of this
And recollect
A kissed mouth
I’m dry without

It’s that tongue
I’m trying to find

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