Cane/Her Lips Are Copper Wire

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Cane
by Jean Toomer
Her Lips Are Copper Wire
3018707Cane — Her Lips Are Copper WireJean Toomer

whisper of yellow globes

gleaming on lamp-posts that sway

like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog


and let your breath be moist against me

like bright beads on yellow globes


telephone the power-house

that the main wires are insulate


(her words play softly up and down

dewy corridors of billboards)


then with your tongue remove the tape

and press your lips to mine

till they are incandescent