LUGLIO
17 07 16. Buried in velvet flesh Doing what you did then In obedience I’m you And not you As the tongue darts From baby lips The church appears From under the arched gate Chiming all the silver hearts Radiant ochre pasted On bluest skies I’m here And I’m there Channeling Auburn flash Pearly white against dark skin He murmurs whispers groans Incomprehensible words In the lost language of cycadas My name’s invoked My body feels grabbed Held ...