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.