LET THE VOICE
sinking me in your mouth
rattle in the night
blue lips nude
kiss of color that wound its edges
volume of a chest sad
teeth with guarded ivory
water supports the body abandoned
where the sound can not sleep
notes gloved melancholy
in an interminable whine of cicadas.
Let the voice
my bushes and want
rags and empty clothes.
Giulia
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