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From Scherezade Siobhan:

May 2, 2018

be the wind that snakes through
each gargoyle’s stone-jawed fount.

unlatch the door from its bronzed decade
& flood the floor with your bull-horned sigils

tell me again how
i slow the fury of your fists

here, the selcouth of a mouth
its dark room, its dirty word

here, the origin of a body, bare-breasted,
its whorehouse hymn; a treacle of taboos.

here, your name; ghost and god –
a rosary i recite with teeth.

come palabra

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  1. May 2, 2018 11:36 am

    Truly brilliant writing. You are able to pour your heart in every word. There is just too much raw and honest emotion. Wow! I hope you could follow my blog and be inspired as well. 🙂

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