Of course, I will break you,
this long leather band tied
to your mouth 

I will teach you how
to be mindful perhaps

understand the muscles 
of your body beneath 
the muscles of mine. 

Like a hand cups over
the silver moth, feels
its pounding wings

in the bowl-shaped
darkness, then releasing
it for the frantic rush

towards the clearest light.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This pen speaks as much to the title of your blog as any other.

Beautiful imagery ~