oleander
Posted to Action Poetry
by ellipsis on 2003-08-18 12:21:00
when petals cease to curl
in and without we trace their
powder their cream their
soft reverberations; their foundation
they've nestled in glares of
the eyes we banter in
soft looks; we melt
in looking we meld
together in the
shatter of sculpture we've
fallen into chisels
frantically scrambling to cup in
parentheses the petals when
they stop the cease to curl.
