interested in gynaecology

are you a pedestrian
crossing that narrow inlet
of water,
once tormented by salmon
quick flickering to spawn,
no cars or vehicles
yet still you walk,
with a wake about your boots
head down,
light was changing,
and that thread of thought
was anchoring your brow down,
a kiss has a momentum
beyond the lips
carried on a narrow breath
that would never
bring you to a standstill,
salt on eyelashes
cast by the sea
tainting tongue
drying lips,
once clear
return to the cottage
owned by our cities
last blind man,
and wait at the glass

first degree

some river my birth

some river my breath

some river my knowledge

some river i am condemned

some river my clock fails

some river the sun is ravenous

some river my crossing

some river my burden

some river my love

some river trust not regained

some river my being

some river to which i return

some river my body

some river my murder

some river my unfound

to tangled silence

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