Skirmish 2: Ballast, Linguistically Sheen'd

Power, Majesty, Happiness, Life –

Words, words, words.

Dead before they exit

our breasts.

But these are only quotations...

I spoke and knew myself

to be better than fancy

had any right to make me.

Words are not fragile.

They can bound over you

they will even break you

Boundless monads.

Would our lovemaking feel

so mystical without wordplay mixed

in with foreplay? What is it to gape

at a waterfall without Shelleyean adjectives?

The memories of image have not subsisted.

What exists is the movement of the tongue.