beauty is

a crafty smile contours
hips, melty-smooth
thighs

sculpture érotique
yet allofthis(is)indelicate as fists
and as senseless
without

actual inhabited personality

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Hyphen

A grander stroke
than this
stood they
pairs of eyes
heads full of bees
bottled questions
to be loosed
and so a surrender
must event itself
in the form of a dance
ungainly
as sure-footed spiders

it ends the way it does
with more of a ponderance
at its beginning
should I
have taken a lover that year? 

was it worth the rue
of the court
to stand for right,
and sober skepticism?
 
what have any of us
now
but mixed memories
crawling like insects
up the parts
of swollen pride

I try to forget all that
and say “I loved her,
capricious thing

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eat of my flesh

flown the wind gone grain
dust grape
spider dew web
spun long with a prick of leaf stuck
in the Moon’s eye corner, time time
waits for Autumn’s crisp
departure
slow into the quick of snow

beneath the Summer lathe
wrung dry
drum-skin beard of night sleeps
the green fuse
kiss of light, life life
beats indefatigable glowing growth
lapping waves from Eden’s heath
break the shore

whisker of rebirth
tweaking Death’s red nose rubbing
the skeleton Earth meat
on the cross teeth speak jaws
of kingdoms
won and lost it’s all here
now, now

and the scryer’s fingers probe

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