Art and poetry on page and stage
10
Basil King
Tactility Resonates
Something being the lip a kiss
Something undulates from the bottom
Of my heart a cloud a roof my ribs
The cage that bears the weight
Of my shoulders my back
My penis between my thighs
Consent and reveal
Not past but present
Something extracts the vitality
The unspeakable things that challenge my eyes
My pupils blink and claim the unfamiliar
