A Taste, With Explosions of Woody and Floral Undertones
       

I'm finding it harder to understand July,
        weight of bracketed trees, cornucopia off vines

thick with body; sizzle hips, a mouth for breathing.

When ready; battle. When sinister, a sip of tea
        in humidity. I am warm of face, waiting.

Patience not often a suit in card or closet on wire hangers,
        wooden hangers, mingle. Pace, pace, sweat.

Sweat, sweat, pace. Today, a method in oxygen, brewed city
        corpse, flora shape of woman, disintegrated.

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