Steven Iglesias

 

 

 

 

sun

muffles your eyes

 

leaflaughter

 

here I remain

 

with ashfingers

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

twinight caress

 

on infantiletongues

 

you and I

still

 

breathe

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

in chasmdreams

 

 

my hand

 

your tongue

 

 

the stillness

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

your whisper

 

exile

 

upon the bridge

 

chalked ripples

 

ohne mich

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

there is stolen

water

on your palm

 

you swallow

yesterday

 

behind

the strandedglance

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

our borrowed spittle

 

with milksilence

 

 

on

his

last

charred

eyelid

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

judensterne

 

purged

through airfingers

 

 

green was your voice

 

leztgestern

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

motherwhisper

 

you me

exhale

 

 

tomorrow

 

sandfather

 

gone

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

blueearth

 

I lick the almondwound

 

from

your

shoulder

 

three by three

 

the pages

melt

into

the

sprachcorner








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