Lungs complain of the body
clamped down on them
and shudder at the efforts
the body takes to be able to smell another
as well as sight
as well as touch
and taste
Lungs inoculated with days
and days drawn from them
they wonder
why their captors chase such days
what is so important
in the evening scent of neck
in the shape lips list love from
in the catch in a cracked word
your name whispered head to sole
the tide of one hand onto another
and the further tide that follows
Lungs do not understand
and so consider ceding
their long-suffered chore
mar 26, 11
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