falling in voice
taste
filigreed relish
memory
braids ribs
with fingers
oblique
fleshmix
here
tugged insistence
unspoken
suddenly
big room
too
small
undoes me
caution
a spillage of
nude
turning over
sooty newsprint tips women/again/
crying their naked loss lens-flared
with rubble without dignity
an other colour cliché dusted up
creased ink stain and exploit-action
Alice has it mirrored of the word
she moves the eye-stylus for/against
rubbing finger across images feeling
not facing nor faces can breach the line
from location la I stutter before you we
the importunity forces lips blast-wide
by screams or white light incumbents
it’s a new kind of love this evening
so fresh i sleep to name its taking me
tender in grasp, petalling face
& fingernails suffused, and yours
(he promised, he did)
wishing hard now that everyone could
give him up, but stories won’t leave edges
alone days lived without understanding
always a finger tip’s reach out of hers
why it is more tales come snap saturation
more brokenbabiesandcriesandlegsrunning
you
have
a
hand
full
of
my
hair
stretched taut she lies floorward thinking beyond image or symbol to colour’s uncertainty
and three others intact stand one squats looking to not touch yet at the vulnerable surface
telling the day’s sun into aches and eyes floppy this time rinsed still without conviction
veined redness tints her in-looking for the others around near here perhaps without a
torch on the ward she shudders into stillness.