Poetry of Tongues Free-verse #13
Published in
Oct 31, 2023
Heart anchors the fist,
Rain dancing the drought away.
Skim of the skin rips out
The void of an old tomorrow.
Night lights speak by chance,
Morse code escaping moratorium
Of inanimate things.
Chaos in the city.
Your gods are my business
So I like your faith.
Slip of the wrist,
Fanciful tongue
Leads to a kiss:
Two lips become one.
