by

The Patient

disappearance
into a cracking christmas
foil, alight with heat sans
love
tintypes
a hand upon a breast
a mouth upon a womb
pearls across a collared
bone
breadcrumb clues that
lie
uncollected
unnoticed
unused
ah for a drop
just one
           drop
of water

 

©s rogers 11 june 2011

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