plath does neruda 

plath does neruda

(another merging styles game---luna)
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Thin woman, peeled apple, cold moon
thin smell of pee, hot water and dust,
what popular darkness closes your portals?
What new day does she touch, with her nails?

Lust is a trip with sand and with stones,
with dirty seas and slow thuds of ozone:
lust is a languor of settling dust
two sets enjoined by a wafting pheromone.

Lick by lick she tastes his largesse,
his edges, his oceans, his war-torn country
and the damp place recreated into sorrow

weeping into the dry vein's hallways
which then opens up, a spidering fern
until it becomes and undoes the sun's setting.