Thursday 20 December 2012

Refusal



REFUSAL


Poison her lips
they shall not be mine.

Wrack her arms
spoil the powder in the powder room.

Her mouth is a crypt,
swaddle me in her teething tomb.

I have squandered her charms,
bury me in vines.


St-Lambert, circa 1983.

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