Every morning the cough, the bellows in your chest forcing out what drained in the night. Every morning your finger in your mouth scooping phlegm out the back of your throat in dense yellow pellets like pieces of corn.
What should I do with you? Us two fluent in the language of desire. Every morning you drink the honey from the comb I hold over your lips. What else have I fed you? What else could I do? In some words:
Poached egg, Pork Belly, Acorns, apples and apricots, Pink salmon, Potatoes and garlic. Amber-smoke honey.
Every night moonlight silking in the window, every morning my finger in your throat, scraping out the waste. What can I do? Every morning I want to say, don't go.
I didn't feed you all those pomegranate seeds for no reason, did I?
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2013-06-16 05:40 am (UTC)forcing out what drained in the night. Every morning your
finger in your mouth scooping phlegm out the
back of your throat in dense yellow pellets
like pieces of corn.
What should I do with you? Us two
fluent in the language of desire. Every morning
you drink the honey from the comb I hold
over your lips. What else have I fed you? What else
could I do? In some words:
Poached egg,
Pork Belly,
Acorns, apples and apricots,
Pink salmon,
Potatoes and garlic.
Amber-smoke honey.
Every night moonlight silking in the window,
every morning my finger in your throat, scraping
out the waste. What can
I do? Every morning I want to say, don't go.
I didn't feed you all those pomegranate seeds
for no reason,
did I?