hive-toothed

[schaufemweg]

*
in
my
dream last night i hoo
ked my thumbs through your belt loop
s
and
coaxing my h
ands around the h
oneycomb of your w
aist (o! hords of tongues which swa
rm your heart-s
haped harves
t) poured your kiss into m
ine-

tasting in you
nothing
of the rust of autumn

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[schaufemweg]

a hermetically sealed poem? i don't aim for it to be. i keep puzzling over these lines, afraid they'll sink stingers into the whites of my wide-open eyes. i've a strong urge to run it all through a blender, and only then begin licking the page.
my post didn't format correctly on this old mac browser, and came out cummings-like, a mistake which feels like a stroke of good luck to me. seeing these words so playfully and perhaps tritely garbled somehow relieves me of the burden of trying to make them intelligible.

what to make of myself? i'm the last to know, amen.