i am scaling a cliff side,
my stomach full of drop
and salt
like cold barren fields below.
there's a sparrow on the guard rail
and a fire
burning burning
in the sweet hay of a barn floor.
spark in the throaty warmth
of her voice, young flames.
open your mouth
in a slow and easing timbre
of smoke.
my stomach full of drop
and salt
like cold barren fields below.
there's a sparrow on the guard rail
and a fire
burning burning
in the sweet hay of a barn floor.
spark in the throaty warmth
of her voice, young flames.
open your mouth
in a slow and easing timbre
of smoke.
About Matt Lee Sharp:
Matt Lee Sharp attends Alabama's only liberal arts university. His Poems Can be found in various journals and e~zines.
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