Lesley Mitchell, dkscully at geah.org ©2002 | Poetry |
Growling Angels"Listen," she said. Angels growling would speak so. Not a velvet voice, but prisoner to the universe's ferocious embrace & naked to the dazzling stars. Poisoned with smoke and champagne, it pierced my bones, like firey kisses. My lips devouréd.LGM 21.vii.2002 |
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