名人诗歌|Palea

only my mouth taking you in， the greenery splayed deep green.

Within my mouth， your arm inserted， a stem of gestures， breaking gracefully^2.

Into each other we root arbitrarily， like bushes， silken， and guttural.

Palaver^{3， we open for the thrill of closing， for the thrill of it： opening.}

The night was so humid when I knelt on the steps， wet and cold， of prewar stone.

A charm bracelet^{4 of sorts we budded， handmade but brazen5， as if organic.}

I cannot imagine the end of my fascination^{6， emblazoned but feather-white too.}

The gold closure of this like a gold coin is， of course， ancient.

Why can't experience dis百度竞价推广inate^{7 itself， be silken and brazen yet underwater？}

A miniature Eiffel Tower， an enameled^{8 shamrock， a charm owned by its bracelet.}