cat's cradle
the swollen purple
of constricted circulation.
the prick
of thumbs, conscience, etc.
the blue black
of venous blood.
entanglement: (n.)
a snarl.
fingerpuppets
you
point out my flaws.
i
insert my middle digit
into my mouth.
Suck.
Display.
your fingers
flick your chin.
Later,
we hold
hands.
insensate
there is a scent
on my fingers
there is a stain
on the bed
there is Nothing
between us
riddle
does he close you up inside
his man-sized fist?
does he add grist
to your mill?
am i missed,
did we kill?
do you swallow
his bitter
li'l pill?
.
.


potent morsels!
ReplyDeleteimportant muscles?
ReplyDeletehehe. I said stuff over the other place, but thought i'd drop a hanky here.
Stunning. But I've said all that before too. ;)
x
you guys make a great double act. thought of taking it on the stage?
ReplyDeleteoh wait. this IS a stage.
thanks you both :)
chrysalis ;)
ReplyDeleteCool, I especially like the exchange and resolution in fingerpuppets.
ReplyDelete"Later, we hold hands"
ReplyDeleteand it seems we hold our own, not each others.
Sharp shards here.
the middle piece was quite handsome
ReplyDeletethanks, Mark
ReplyDeleteMiss Jane, the fingers, and the hands, and the fists, are what brought these fragments together. sometimes, we can feel the ghosts of touches past...
Sig, thanks fer stopping by. the great Gawain project is going well, i see.
Take a bow.
ReplyDeleteBeauties.
Yes... have loved hearing some of these over the last year. each one crackles!
ReplyDeleteCoral, i presume you mean take a bow and notch an arrow, yes? ;)
ReplyDeleteGraham, great to see you here. catch up soon, i hope.