You want to say
\nevery pretty thing in your heart.
\nAdjectives, bendings,
\nribbons, being drowned.
\nThe soil opening.
\nThe inner nut, the last breath,
\nthe paroxysm of sex and sleep.<\/p>\n
Leaf by leaf to uncurl the heavens,
\nexpose the root,
\nspread the wing,
\neverything that fills your head,
\nhurts your soul,
\nmakes you say hello
\nand tremble touching a hand.
\nAnd feeling, tasting,
\nwashing everything.<\/p>\n
When the plain surface
\nopens its eyes,
\nthen, and then,
\nyou will find something
\nthat belongs to you.
\nWorth saying.
\nLips pressing on lips,
\nleaving a name behind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You want to say every pretty thing in your heart. Adjectives, bendings, ribbons, being drowned. The soil opening. The inner nut, the last breath, the…<\/p>\n