| 1 entry | | |  | | | | Echoes ~ by Audre Lorde | wrote | | | ...The flavour of midnight fruit tongue, calling your body through dark light, piercing the allure of safety, ripping the glitter of silence, around you. dazzle me with colour, and perhaps I won't notice, til after you're gone, your hot grain smell tattooed, into each new poem resonant, beyond escape I am listening, in that fine space, between desire and always, the grave stillness before choice, as my tongue unravels, in what pitch, will the scream hang unsung... | | | | | 1 entry | | |
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