tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post8145842401455800578..comments2023-09-26T08:04:43.755-07:00Comments on Mark Doty: More on cold turbulent stonesMark Dotyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04148162515300148887noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-85578066256494323052008-11-13T20:01:00.000-08:002008-11-13T20:01:00.000-08:00Brin Equus to mind...How I wanted to play that boy...Brin Equus to mind...How I wanted to play that boy...luhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14486545199810361580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-57263072303597243112008-11-13T14:40:00.000-08:002008-11-13T14:40:00.000-08:00Lovely. I'll respond with a poem I wrote:Untitledb...Lovely. I'll respond with a poem I wrote:<BR/><BR/>Untitled<BR/>by Kelly Thompson<BR/><BR/>I polish his bones <BR/>with my hands,<BR/>crumple his face like <BR/>sheets of soft paper.<BR/>Only his ice blue eyes remain,<BR/>Cracked porcelain marbles<BR/>I roll in my mouth<BR/>until they are petrified wood,<BR/>caramel rivers of sweet,<BR/>flowing through blood;<BR/>and the pores of my skin<BR/>open like flowers<BR/>to his sun-soaked tongue.Kelly Thompson https://www.blogger.com/profile/03632088803987813212noreply@blogger.com