Absorbent - Poem by Joyelle Osburn
There is something unexhausted of you
in this aging washed-out coat
and I lift it to my nose
to taste the smell that desires
to be invited-
ignited in the closing of your breath,
untarnished and thirsty.
Like rage it licks,
and enters my dreams
glossy as brilliance-
rush in my mentation
with warmth that comforts
I breathe you in unfathomable...
not wanting to exhale.
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