I ask you in callouses
in the callouses of my tongue
looped together
in the blues
in the lowest chord
in flat notes
in tune
I ask you in knots
and scars and smiles
I ask you in islands
in the islands of my tongue
I wait in the shade
and I never explain
I ask you in islands
9 comments:
Fantastic,
I like this. More questions than answers..that's life!
Lovely words! :)
A cool write!
its a very cool poem cat
Creative word weaving, thanks ~
This is hot in a cool way:
a dangerous but delicate duality hard to deliver in the right dose
but . . .
I ask you in islands
in the islands of my tongue
is shipwreckingly good -
I imagine finding it in washed-up
bottle and spring a step in the sand!
Is there ever an answer? Intriguing.
I enjoyed the enigmatic voice of this poem - more questions than answers.
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