#poem #poetry #amwriting #napowrimo Black Narcissus 8 April

Black Narcissus

The dried ring of yellow piss in the mouth
of the gusset: moonlight on the moving moor
rebounding with the dead reply of silence.

More precious than a common ring, this thing
elating from the act; more worthy than the weeping
common kindness of the common bond.

For echo has met echo in assumption
of their perfect love. In searching for a glove
their hands, dripping at the wrist, entwine.

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