Breath of spume

Filed under: Poetry — Regina Cherry at 3:07 pm on Friday, September 28, 2007

War 1, watercolor Regina Cherry

Breath of spume
our life
forgotten cliches
find fresh purpose
for fatted flesh
mouths puckered on gall
oozing lacunae

your smell between my lips
there is darkness in this afternight
sound staining the sheets
petals swollen with blood
enfold a wrinkled sack
of viable children
flapping inches from death

moon is rising from a branch
behold the pound of dust

8/2-9/3/01 E.H.NY

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