WET LINES
WET LINES
By: Yeslin "Unknown Silence" Escobar
Lips drink from warm rivers ....
Breath confesses the secrets of a mingling ....
White, wet, lines drip off Her Earth
and from the crack of Her 'Damn' ....
Honey-milk of Her skin washing over
the buttery cinnamon of my yearnings—
flooding my pores—
swallowing my poetry—
drowning my poetry
into the gorgeous dark of Her delicious breathlessness ....
Hot embers in fingertips unfurl wings—
receive the pheonix of me ....
Prostrated prayers echo
out of the holy temples of Her spread-openness—
inviting 'US-moments' ....
Edible smells whisper "you can pray here" ....
Embrace my confession—
new scriptures.
Copyright2 March 2008Unknown Silence
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