Nov 132013
 
Love lives in the blooded mouth,
Uncouth cougar of lamented dreams,
Eater of hearts, tearer of eyelids.
Love wears no mink tippet, sips no tea;
Love tattoos sailors' tongues with rum.

Love doesn't shuffle off a tomb, shoved,
But gathers what light stone angels there
Discard--disregarded ambers of the grave.
Love eats and dies in any light,
Unappeasable pursuer of piquancy.
 
Love is blunt, and shuns the wispy stars'
Mincing finesse--flying witchwise
At midnight, where horn-dark trees
Stick-up like brooms in the battered moon
And crick and crack with lover's static,

Cackling fantastic tropes of utter sun.

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