Finally, it meant to speak in tongues
the gift
like a gush of cool broken stalactites
and stalagmites
and heart
and innards
and spring water
in hidden cave
rattled off the top sin after sin
upon the way
for still unflagging interest,
stories relish to stay
and remain assured
open book-
dreaming
on a strand of perfumed hair,
from sleep
it was a singsong voice
that rhymes taught
to be imprisoned in the cave
of the unfamiliar.
the gift
like a gush of cool broken stalactites
and stalagmites
and heart
and innards
and spring water
in hidden cave
rattled off the top sin after sin
upon the way
for still unflagging interest,
stories relish to stay
and remain assured
open book-
dreaming
on a strand of perfumed hair,
from sleep
it was a singsong voice
that rhymes taught
to be imprisoned in the cave
of the unfamiliar.
