JANUARY THAW & THE POETRY OF THE BODY

by Daniel Miess

My naked mind eyes chilly sky. Vapor
rises from flickering frost. Flushed

language of robust bone speaks. Sweaty
skin spins palpable body & bending joints.

Sumptuous form spills, unmasks primal
force. Malleable syllables spiral from

whispered breath. Fluxing droplets water
mind. Sculpted by time, tactile vowels

become cupped hands & twitching fingers.
Shaped by space, shifting sentences

are feet that kick & toes that curl. Embodied
words become flesh & dance & pulse

& move. Phrases leave tracks on page
or grass growing through empty snow.

 

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