Quiver Poem by Thebes Thebes

Quiver



I hear your faint cry
when the wind is silent.
raging I see your eyes’ quiver,
wide open,
emptying.
when I touch you,
your tremble ruffles the fruits
in the garden below.
then I taste your electric skin-

you could nourish me
in a puddle of cold
mud.

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shel cope 22 March 2008

Interesting.....looking forward to more!

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