Your Smile

Here where we lie my smile kisses
night’s damp palm, darkly intimate
as fungus and mold in
the incestuous lichen. Here
.
beneath the ginkgo, a dusty smut
of spores furs the sullen air,
all full of rancid butter smell.
Your wood is blank and unwelcoming
save where lumpy finger-thick
roots twine pallidly and
pierce the grain, exhaling and exuding
secrets from the black, moist soil
+
for me to grub and chew and swallow,
like truffles, or like love. Scratch me
a little splintered hole, dear,
and let me see your smile.
*
B.T. Murtagh
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~ by B.T. Murtagh on September 13, 2007.

One Response to “Your Smile”

  1. Wow.

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