Does language hover between my nerve endings and the world, or is language my skin itself?
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Burning Brightly in the Night
Because this poem is under consideration for publication, I have encrypted it so as to keep the comments intact and as something easy for me to find in the great archiver Blogger is.
You have the richest words. I want this poem inside me.
ReplyDeleteA.Decker, thank you so much. xo
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