Realities 1

XI

nearer:breath of my breath:take not thy tingling
limbs from me:make my pain their crazy meal
letting thy tigers of smooth sweetness steal
slowly in dumb blossoms of new mingling:
deeper:blood of my blood:with upwardcringing
swiftness plunge these leopards of white dream
in the glad flesh of my fear:more neatly ream
this pith of darkness: care an evilfringing
flower of madness on gritted lips
and on sprawling eyes squirming with light insane
chisel the killing flame that dizzily grips.

 

Querying greys between mouthed houses curl

thirstily.  Dead stars stink.   dawn.   Inane,

 

the poetic carcass of a girl

 

~e. e. cummmings

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  1. Quite impressive.

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