Your misshapen fingers slide apart

My ribs search the whispering pulse

For philosophies unkept

Invasive, your desire

To vilify me

To remake me






His rubber tongue wraps around her throat

A language of gross distortions

Of post-coital promises

Sensible to no one

Except the dreamer

She wants for love

He wants sex

Both hearts



12 thoughts on “2 Nonets (Doll, Starve)

  1. Sensible only to the dreamer- nice. I’m not familiar with the form but it has an attractive, descending/fading appearance that pleases the eye, You worked these very well.

  2. The style (I don’t know what it’s called) and the words combine to bring the reader down to the level where life is lived word over word over word.

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