she speaks lilting melodies of milk and honey
her beauty's a felony consistency's runny
she smiles and the sun is between her teeth
she cries and black ink pours out in sheets
a trembling hand reaches in and pulls out her tongue
it is plated in gold and embossed with a song
she mumbles the words and the flow of ink stops
she looks at his hands and her beating heart drops
YOU ARE READING
inaurata lingua
Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
