wake up,
let your lips do all the feeling
your brain and heart can’t do
(they are squashed. like you.)
now let your nerves crumple
into tiny paper balls.
carve your names in clay tablets
wet down your hollowness.
let your languid lips
speak lace sentences.
we’re so fucked.
perforated spine.
YOU ARE READING
Afflatus
PoetryYou are my divine poetic inspiration. To breathe, to blow air through my lips. flāre afflāre afflātus. You are my divine afflatus. *- This is my third collection of poetry. The other two are Parts of Me and Butterfly Ripples. Please be kind enough n...
