Impending Impatience - Nia Di Gennaro

OCTOBER 18, 2022

Ardour

For this crown, dark

Avidity

In the balm of this chamber, blush

Devotion

In brevity

To this season, long

In the slight of an a.m. downpour, gentility

How the scene ached to express itself to me

Presented by significance

Dressed as

Violent elegance

Intoned as

Brutal magnificence

Rousing sentience

Waking dormant tenderness

Bidding attention

To where I lay

To where I’d been laying

For hours

For days

Your meat

Your marrow

Your pith

Your depravity

I’ve merry walked

Your brine

I’ve sticky rolled

In your proclivity

I’ve risky peeped

And quietly

We march the death meadow

So as not to stir the bitter wind

Or provoke the nightshade starved

Who desire a kill

Wings wide

Flut-tut overhead

And know its menace

Hold breath

And hold for the pop and glitter

And purr with verve

Oh, my

Thy drugs are quick

Written by Nia Di Gennaro

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