1.17.2007

chandelier chords

the silence breaths inward like a flame-
flick'ring dancer,
pirouetting ember,
your
throat is full of heated coils,
a radiating hum - not softly heard-
nor is there ever sound
in evening gowns.
Posted by benjamin at 11:23 PM
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