you wear no clothes
you dress in words
i see you covered in perfect talk
round vowels black and white
(op art my eyes)
bedecked in lines to your neck classic cut
adorn apparel array attire
you dress in esses that set your shape on fire
i listen floored to your finery
it fits
a first skin afore
(an only skin)
that slips itself wordlessly once
onto you like soapy streams
persistent silk
it is your blood run tight circles
(perfect fit again)
words fashion bones upright
smooth real sharp
i know you don't eat bread
you feast on words
you swallow alphabets
(in majuscule type)
and minuscule runes that shine your eyes
you spit out softly petulant bubbles
that splatter and drool
more words discharged
i have turned slave to your every stroke
disinclined and grudgingly possessed
by what you wrote, not what you spoke
seasofme270113octad
