Her Wit Released Me October 7, 2008

The water is so mundane -
infamously drained of spirit,
carrying my tongue to a place farther
away, in comparison of moon to
God’s solemn sun.
You want to talk about
every bit of it,
I can’t figure out where to
start before identifying
where it ended or began.
Leave here now,
my throat is sore from
a sleeping cough blaming
the fragile, silk air.
When I caught you
I [...]