Sunday, September 20, 2009

Merchant Love

Blood speaks, Portia.
Your name throbbing in his veins
Each vessel filled with you
Even the empty space in his mouth
Waits for you.

What is this infinite repetition
Of you in him?

Blood speaks, Portia,
But what does it say?

Only leaden verses,
Heavy, heavy with him.

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