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Hi, Melissa
by Max Ritvo
I have spoken to you of heaven I simply meant the eyes are suns that see. Seeing is the face's nervous delicious Lord. Listening to you makes me naked. When I kiss your ankle I am silencing an oracle. The oracle speaks from the hill of your ankle.
Four Incarnations (2016, Milkweed Editions)
Textbook in how to write a poem where every line builds on and changes the meaning of the previous one
i so love this poet’s work including this gem. So tragic to lose him so young. thank you OP for posting this poem