SONG OF SAND


You never loved me yet
You did

You never thought bout me
But did

So now I sing this song of sand
To you


Access to the tongue
Passage through the mind

My other mother
Venus

Salt and sperm white
Solid

Rose and wild, worldly expertise
Swirling. lips sucking.

Those words worst raw when
Throats still bleeding

I believed you
You never said, "Stop loving me."


STANLEY GEMMELL ©