The Innisfree Poetry Journal

www.innisfreepoetry.org

by Sean Lause

I love the whole world which includes your left shoulder


I only ask

my every breath

spend itself to ecstasy

and that all

my echoes

lose themselves in your hair.

So today

I love the whole world

which includes your left shoulder

and whatever else

within or without

you care to reveal or share.

The only ghosts for me

drink the longing of icicles

melting in the sun.

Let’s dance our skeletons free

and then, naked at last,

shed the nakedness too.

Let us sink down and down,

depth through the earth

to the good human bone of love.

Your left shoulder

knows what I mean

more than all the libraries.



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