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CHIAROSCURO

-

Your hand and its physical touch
fuschia as you brush

The inside
of desire and nothing

I'll say it
on the skin of your tongue

Name and unname
your eyes and their silent ether

Because this glistens
at the pit of my experience

And until you acquiesce
I'll think

Always
of your opening

 

PHOSPHOROUS

-

I had been using my body
its beads and pigments

terraformed
a landscape
of sack cloth and ashes

You scratch
for as long as you feel
nothing

We are dealing with words
the shameless mass

our bastard
its fluoresence
the subterfuge of hens

Bury your face in my hands
your sweaty ringlets
a rhetorical bloom

image: Aaron Burch


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