Frontier Ruckus
Animals Need Animals
The teeth of your black ditch are sweet like the restOf the thin-lipped, sharp-hippedFierce things that animals showWhite like the laughter of smoke in the chestLong afterThe brightness of the fields' teeth goThe child-mother yells in vi'lent madnessBut your tight skin confessed not a vein in your chestAnd the way that your breast did hang lowAnimals need animals before the winter comesThe metal air swarms across those plainsMy long-necked, freckle-specked, heavy-chested, trust-invested sows her breath into my chest and humsNow what kind of county lineHolds her remainsYour grey frame in winter is delicately huedThe eyes are so wearisomeThe greens have all bluedAnd what could it meanThat they once were so greenAnd now they're just starving for foodAnd I am hungry tooFor you©2008 Matthew Milia
From Letras Mania