POEMS
...from the 'pen' of CHRIS GREGORY  
 

 

 
 

5 A.M.
by Chris Gregory

5 A.M.

night fades.

tiny words jump into space. Holes in the morning

swallow the gap between mouth and opening mouth.

Discordant music-

five a.m.the words meet in mid-air,

sharpened into dawn swords.

 

You lick your lips,

they bleed.

 

I wish

my tongue could cut so deep as yours.

 

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