Tenderly #50
An iris is not the mention of butter
What melts asparagus in a spiral
The tips do not learn to flame:
What did she mean when she said "reave"
A "reaving" we will go rich into
Into the mountain a forest burnt down
On one side, not on the other:
Philosophical principles rest on diversion
Difference and the contrary rose one finds
In flame on the end of whose nose or was it
The hose is not a Biblical metaphor, a hose
Post-dates the Ten Commandments: Thou shall
Account, weep, take the surgical as torment
With fortune, cure. One used to love lilacs
In a poem - blue ones, white ones - that western
Nothing to deal with in the long row to the far horizon
The one with the bright, orange burnt edge. How she
Cannot get over him or the converse. What sails south
Renders a curious love sometimes sensational
A rounding to a rondo way beyond
Some say a signature in music
Some say the gingerbread the curious inset
To roof the house, architecture stable
Beyond "the" she had such a delicate
"Come and touch me" exquisite, no one, nor I
Can ever forget her open, tongue bursting, little mouth.
Stephen Vincent
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
Currently home of the Tenderly series,
A serial work in progress.
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