put a person on the stage (poem #23)

imagine cloves on tongue, a puncture

brewed and ardent, a simmer of ancients, lamenting the year and your body—

I feel the sneer, 

remiss in your unclad—

a pout of many circles, a winding of your strings

a puppet /jazz, 

swish like ocean, 

brine in weakness

spellbound figs rest on your lips menstruating on those you kiss

a sip of something wild,  a plush of bitten prudence— an oyster wet between the legs

a pearl covert/


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