Tag: poetry
Lamp
Sin: winking, convulsions.
Virtue: a halo on the
tabletop. Death: a spring
hanging loose in a smoky
glass bulb.
Chiaroscuro
Whereas I come into the into to talk with my shadow.
From you I’ve not hid my face.
For in the morning I make, and am made by you:
beautiful projection, boy in the mirror, boy in my mind.
I separate my flesh from my flesh to become more
like you, to drown in your holdings