Image of Talking

Not to know
and yet to see the words
is a type of making love,
each word hanging on the lip
of understanding
and the bridge that makes itself
known between the hip bones
is an invitation to think
that just then,
breathing close by,
and seeing through
the ungraspable,
the sticky vale
pants its reverence,
and the naked meaning
transposes itself
a rough syllable
to roll off the tongue
and spill unevenly
into the crevice
of semantics,
a saliva of taste
and oblivion.

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