Poetry eclipse Posted on July 12, 2016 by Kevin CrispinLeave a comment he tastes the sugar gravity in her prognostic lips; and inside, saviors. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related Kevin CrispinWhat do you think is up to my right in the picture? A cob web? Probably a cob web. Or maybe it's my Beatles records on top of my air conditioner. It's certainly not fresh, new wainscoting.