18293, jean toomer|
Posted by rgv, Mon Feb-13-06 09:40 AM
a portrait in georgia
coiled like a lyncher's rope,
Lips-old scars, or the first red blisters,
Breath-the last sweet scent of cane,
And her slim body, white as the ash
of black flesh after flame.
&...if uve never read his collection, cane, pls do.