06 May 2011

-villainess-


she knows he knows
such is a man’s way of knowing
what drifts beneath his bound is the skin of a woman

frail affair pooled into shadow of tree pile been heaped up on the horizon

seems when a man wants a woman
she is a lake slick with tremble

heart deep –
  the shadow crush depth

peripheries entangle in wake, wake

she is the drowning of an eye
whereupon his row fails to tease up the tiniest ripple

he is surely the whole of the woods
an always fetching of oars


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