No Salt On Stem

aDarkerMind

no salt on stem

no less a wound for pound or penny-pinched.

tree-lined as dined the magpie and the wren

on fallen leaves as grieves transparency;

 

through eyes that dared to climb beyond reproach

above all else; as bends the naked lie of seasons laughter,

love dumb as mist behind the curtain of despair

hides father from the cockroach in its' shell;

 

how far away the silver from the birch?

the stinging itch tells nothing of such meaning.

in forest glazed with juice of avenging scorn

hindsight alone cannot itself be pawned;

 

from the incest of the body in the sky

body-mass to the fat lips of the cloud,

pine-needle torn for the morals in the gut

somewhere between the pillow and the sheet;

 

where climbs the salted odour of the loin?

the tree that whistles headstrong in a curse?

the powder and the finger; the point of stars;

love is love; a shadow on the lung;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 1st, 2023 14:10
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 1
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