Sunday, June 20, 2010

St. Silverius

I’ve betrayed this city

that hums in my bones.

The train rumbles by

like a silver stream

of horses on the prairie.

I roll over in my half-sleep

and there you are, your arms

glowing with the heat

of all those spider bites.

my mouth is a wide open

moon. I roll you up like a prayer

and keep you under my tongue.

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