"Connotations of Derrida"
When we've drowned. Out words.
With the gragers. Of our tongues.
The texture of our hands. Rubbed
against each other's shoulder.
Will orate. Quiet verse. While
the sink drips. The cave echo.
Music for a first storyteller.
The massage of a hand.
Of paint over a ribbed wall.
The touch of our lips. Our bodies.
Written in shadow.
Wordless. I'll sprinkle. Rosemary
to start. A conversation.
The smell of spice. On skin.
A new lexicon.
You cup. A lake in your hands.
My eyes reflect. A splash
of light. Into two waterlilies.
Floating side by side.
I tear out. My tongue. It flaps.
Last breaths. It has. Failed.
A drowned swimmer. In the saliva.
Released from the sluice gate.
Of the throat. A stream over.
The marbles. Of calcified words..
© 2009 Hephaestes
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