Page 1 / Sapphire's Lyre Styles Poem by Harryette Mullen
Page 1 / Sapphire's Lyre Styles
Sapphire's lyre styles
plucked eyebrows
bow lips and legs
whose lives are lonely too
my last nerve's lucid music
sure chewed up the juicy fruit
you must don't like my peaches
there's some left on the tree
you've had my thrills
a reefer a tub of gin
don't mess with me I'm evil
I'm in your sin
clipped bird eclipsed moon
soon no memory of you
no drive or desire survives
you flutter invisible still
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