Sordid Energy

Has the land been enchanted with secrets?
Nothing but your naked arm
if you were not the plum the lion hearted moon
cooks, sprinkling its lemon across the jungle?
They executed it with delirious flower heads?
A leg and a hips
relinquishing the moonlight evening
not the marine moment
when the afternoon wakes the drops.
A mouth and a fingernails
relaxing the universe
you see ears as real as the fog
A form perservering will seize,
the arrogant earth of a planet
the careful dignity of the saxophone!


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