Sunday, 12 September 2010


I want my tongue in your mouth
So I won’t be able to put a foot in mine,
Because however fine
We are
I can still jump the car,
And send things south.

The weight of pressing matters
Can be lightened by the industry of a kiss,
And the marked ellipsis
That it
Makes replaces the blitz
Of my chatter.

And in the moments revealed
We supercede the need of incidental words,
As anything that’s heard
The recent attitude
Of their appeals.

And you approve of the sounds
My newly muted mouth is now making with yours,
And can breathe in a pause
In which
To order and then stitch
Your own voice round.

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