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.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Primifluous
Posted by Jess at Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Labels: on writing
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