scissor-armed against the skyare too abstract or are too difficult to immediately visualize. While lines like the one quoted above sound incredible, they don't have as much depth as you'd like them to.
down where the earth swells in pylon prayer.
remember how you found the clouds? in disarray--I like this part up until after "dirty laundry"--that bit, I think, is one of the best parts of this poem. But continuing..."incense fog" and whatnot, really didn't do much for me, though the "tissues your lover left piled..." certainly adds a lot to the intended meaning of the poem.
like dirty laundry, you said, like incense fog,
like the tissues your lover left piled by the chaise.
but how responsive is the sky? I coveted
your angriest words. why should the clouds receive?
..........give them to me!
breathe your hottest breath into my lungs
and I will suffer the burns.