Walnut

by Anita Lubesh

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Poetry dances me,
with its incorrigible vice.
In the beauty of silence
naked jawbones crack,
a fleshless shudder.
Torrid words smirk,
as they fall into your walnut air
in small pieces.
Particles, heavy of scent,
cascade
from my mouth
exploding further
into this silence –
silence is the page we write on –
dance with me.

 

4 Comments to “Walnut”

  1. “Silence is the page we write on –dance with me.” Love these words, Anita. It’s all in the dance of life. ❤

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