POEM: 5 A. M.

 

5 A.M.,

night fades

tiny words jump into space. Holes in the morning

swallow the gap between mouth and opening mouth.

Discordant music-

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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