Careless Skin, Uncivil Eyes

My hair is easy to please –

Satiated with soft careless skin

And uncivil eyes.


The ships on the river

Corrected correction.


Love goes with you.


Your hands glaze me with pride,

a good disease.

Your teeth write me in anger ­­-


Your kiss a knife in another dialect.

In the river,

The dead wash themselves among the stones.


Your pretty lips alight on my breasts


Your hand is on my belly,

taking my soul away.


Between the rippling river reeds,

A timeless photograph

of vice and virtue.

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