Thursday, January 06, 2011

Mothercountry

I travel to the ends of myself
To meet you
Once I spoke your language
But I have lost it now
Still, we get by
With gestures and smiles.

Your tongue curls
To take the shape of my nipple
And the borders
Dissolve.

2 comments:

Melpomene Selemidis said...

Very nice! ;)

Stephanie Burgis said...

This is so lovely. Thank you for sharing it!