Baby wisdom of emptiness
in the bowl before her open legs
Scry this airy sensorium
pillaged by The Lovers
FKA The Lover
née a pillar of salt
Speak fanatical entrail glyphs
eternal crossroads of a double helix
Sort lore for drinking songs
at parties in sister port cities
Acid and Alkali
The errors of our wordship
eaten by women tethered
who must travel very far
***
Sorceries, empires:
wash my body
in sleepless eons
In my fire:
semen, menses,
revenants, unquotes
On my tongue: the harmony
of violets their copper songs
assassin bliss
A pure madness
muses me, isms me
[baby wisdom of emptiness]
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Dear Witch, this poem left me breathless I haven’t taken a beat to tell you how thrilled to find you here to find you anywhere all time. Thank you your pure madness muses me. big love, r
Oof! Isming! I am ismed. Supernova
“FKA The Lover / née a pillar of salt.” It’s kind of badass to be née a pillar of salt.
pillar of salt 4 president!
Sort lore for drinking songs at parties – I’m loving the way you tangle words!