We Added Some Herbs to the Brew
Sharp: a grasp, unseen,
that pulls my nape clear
of a hand that tingles
the back ends of teeth.
Tart: when the chin drops,
my lips melt; a fudge slab
atop the fence post midday
- sidehooks in the cheek.
Sweet: a smile, an ease
in the throat, a comfort
of belly hugs; a tap
on cavities. A temple-pain.
Cold: where the frown
burrows beyond the curve
of skullbone to plough
stavelines in the sinus.
Salt: old memory refreshed,
rag-swept and dusted; colours
kindle brighter, each face
clear and firm and whole.
Love: a twin of tongues
rolled in unspoken words.
Sharp: a grasp, unseen,
that pulls my nape clear
of a hand that tingles
the back ends of teeth.
Tart: when the chin drops,
my lips melt; a fudge slab
atop the fence post midday
- sidehooks in the cheek.
Sweet: a smile, an ease
in the throat, a comfort
of belly hugs; a tap
on cavities. A temple-pain.
Cold: where the frown
burrows beyond the curve
of skullbone to plough
stavelines in the sinus.
Salt: old memory refreshed,
rag-swept and dusted; colours
kindle brighter, each face
clear and firm and whole.
Love: a twin of tongues
rolled in unspoken words.
No comments:
Post a Comment