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This is the spasm before the touch,
Or a larynx stuck in the flaring void
Of stillborn heartbeats.
Before the West was known
It yawned my Eastern glow,
Multiplied by the eye of the fly
In a thousand flowing oceans'
Impulsive glances
And in their blow,
I am the drunkard before the liquor,
Tongue-stuck on the kiss
Of a bottleneck
Before the wind dies down.
Or a larynx stuck in the flaring void
Of stillborn heartbeats.
Before the West was known
It yawned my Eastern glow,
Multiplied by the eye of the fly
In a thousand flowing oceans'
Impulsive glances
And in their blow,
I am the drunkard before the liquor,
Tongue-stuck on the kiss
Of a bottleneck
Before the wind dies down.
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I love this stanza, so beautiful:
"I am the drunkard before the liquor,
Tongue-stuck on the kiss
Of a bottleneck
Before the wind dies down."
"I am the drunkard before the liquor,
Tongue-stuck on the kiss
Of a bottleneck
Before the wind dies down."