The Language - Robert Creeley
Locate I
love you some-
where in
teeth and eyes, bite it but
take care not to hurt, you want so
much so little. Words say everything.
I love you again,
then what is emptiness for. To
fill, fill. I heard words and words full of holes aching. Speech is a mouth.
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Envoi
for N
Upon receipt of blue eyed affection, the stone-cactus man, who learned to survive on the bare minimum of things (books and oxygen) nearly shatters in delicious shock.
Somebody please caution the singing one not to touch him suddenly like this.
Note: Following music is on repeat
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