Languor

January 30, 2012

These thin lips

give me away –

a flimsy scribble

guarding against all

I was never

going to say.

The good inentions

lie

somewhere just beneath

the tongue.

An indefinable langour,

lost and lumpy,

dissipates into nothing,

the way steam escapes

from your breath

into the cold

winter air.

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2 Responses to “Languor”

  1. I think “lumpy” is a fine, fine word, and it’s so nice to see it in a poem. Great job!

  2. love the feelings you get down to in these poems

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