Tender This
My breast -
the veins in my breast -
numbered and tender
at the bone.
Beneath a graze of dust,
a lattice of wintered branches,
glaze of snow like dust.
How powdered we grow.
Thick with animal cells -
dessicated, insectoid, skeletal remains;
unmoving, transfixed.
We share fairytales, pyjamaed feet dangling,
laze at memory's bedside,
bones tendered,
breast laticed with veins,
irrelevant, powdered with dust.
the veins in my breast -
numbered and tender
at the bone.
Beneath a graze of dust,
a lattice of wintered branches,
glaze of snow like dust.
How powdered we grow.
Thick with animal cells -
dessicated, insectoid, skeletal remains;
unmoving, transfixed.
We share fairytales, pyjamaed feet dangling,
laze at memory's bedside,
bones tendered,
breast laticed with veins,
irrelevant, powdered with dust.
posted by burning moon at 4:35 PM
2 Comments:
Evocative and beautifully assembled Moon, 'laze at memory's bedside', love this line
Thanks. It has nice lines in it, but I don't think it all hangs together very well. It seems disjointed to me.
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