Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Primifluous

primifluous:

“that which flows first”


Primifluous, A Poem

My primifluous speech -
before look and touch and heartbeat mingle -
goes before like a bud,
a bloom,
a concierge,
making way for incongruous intersections,
of voice and speech and words
spoken in haste,
and longing,
and meaning lost in translation.

You pause
and I wait for you to acquiesce,
silently,
like a sprout in rain,
fold over,
bent on loss.
But on recovery rising,
you speak to me smoothly,
suddenly,
superfluous words
of unfolding and desire.

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