LICKING WINTER<\/strong><\/p>\n could berry juice could sweet saffron light could windsong cut listen to the rustle<\/p>\n it’s as if all the things ~ Borsenik<\/p>\n \t\t\t\tone \t\t\t\tit \t\t\t\tthe \t\t\t\tof my<\/p>\n \t\t\t\ttongue \t\t\t\tlips \t\t\t\tteeth<\/p>\n \t\t\t\ta taste \t\t\t\train or<\/p>\n \t\t\t\tdripping<\/p>\n \t\t\t\tsnow<\/p>\n \t\t\t\train \t\t\t\tdripping<\/p>\n \t\t\t\tsnow \t\t\t\tsweet<\/p>\n ~ Bellinger<\/p>\n Young and Forever<\/strong><\/p>\n For as much of eternity as the darkness holds, Forgive me love for I have sinned ~ Terry Provost<\/p>\n
\ncoax your hard mouth
\nto fall in love?<\/p>\n
\nrelax your harsh nature?<\/p>\n
\nbetween the thick vines
\nof your wild sanctuary?<\/p>\n
\nmoist and sacred
\nare flowering in stone<\/p>\n
\n\t\t\t\tdrop<\/p>\n
\n\t\t\t\twet <\/p>\n
\n\t\t\t\ttip<\/p>\n
\n\t\t\t\tmy <\/p>\n
\n\t\t\t\tmy<\/p>\n
\n\t\t\t\ta touch <\/p>\n
\n\t\t\t\tor<\/p>\n
\n\t\t\t\tcold &<\/p>\n
\nI *crave*
\nthe fold of our luxury,
\nthe permanent transience that cannot be told,
\nfelt in our
\nmutually-heated
\nproximity.
\nRe-ju-ven-ated,
\nwe ARE young
\nand forever
\nold, in a country that despises
\nits own inevitable…
\nClutch our ageless aging to the bone, consoul
\nourselves in a fabulous tongue
\njoined, completed, and re-
\nbegun.<\/p>\n
\nand will perform eternal
\npenance to your touch:
\nso, much, darkness, external,
\nand light within this
\nhome both autumn- and vernal,
\nthe glorious space of this living
\nroom.<\/p>\n