A season of antiquity, the marrow
of a long thigh bone- life gnawed thin
by large grey moths. See how light
continues to stray through
each worm-eaten portal
the exact point at which desire
enters and exits the body
surviving its journey long after
roaring wings of nocturnal insects
have fallen quiet.
2 comments:
Perfectly stated. I really love the first sentence of this.
Thank you for your comments Gerry!
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