moon


Poetry and Music

Saturday, October 22

verge


something good stirs,
nestling itself
catlike
in a bowl of bone,
crucible of hip;
settles like sediment
and liquifies,
golden
emination,
delicate pulsation
alerting the miniscule nerve fringe
netted by skin;
webbed
sensation
enlivening;
the stars
now
do not seem so very far

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