Sweat
SweatHorizon to horizon, it melts me, the sun does.Sunday to Sunday, I bend to gather what willnever belong to me or mine.Water to water, from my brow to this leaf.Cell to cell, soaking. I am crumpled, workingeverthirsty, dripping wine.c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010
1 comment:
I like this very much. A little e.e. cummings with the creative use of carriage returns/whitespace.
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