Dry Redelivery
Posted on June 2nd, 2007 by Shewolf
Mother dances history
dropped like wet veils
faded fatherly names
on cusp of original sway
scaling knots, we gather,
back to bent belief
we never would, could,
or should, know steps
we rub against folds,
pulling at sorrow-crusted nipples,
hanging on in dry waltz
cells remember
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