The slow, mercurial passing of forgetfulness
sculpted our last instance and first touch
from a bludgeoned snout of ivory
into a startled palate so
soft it winced at
the sound of sweetness.
The slow, mercurial passing of forgetfulness
sculpted our last instance and first touch
from a bludgeoned snout of ivory
into a startled palate so
soft it winced at
the sound of sweetness.
Umbriate Press Poetry 