The street-lamp’s vigil
it’s love- i squeeze your waist
like a language
i undress and enter
painted there
i undress and enter
painted there
clumps and fluffs
like bursting pillows
sweat and desire..
if it’s love-!
the un-loved year
with many tributaries
between my thighs
i wear the butterflies
we collected together
amid the infinite
their curtains beating
it’s love-
the arc tightens and closes
a deep and torrential river
the map hangs before me
his body—your body
to overcome; to conquer..
sweat and desire..
if it’s love-!
the un-loved year
with many tributaries
between my thighs
i wear the butterflies
we collected together
amid the infinite
their curtains beating
it’s love-
the arc tightens and closes
a deep and torrential river
the map hangs before me
his body—your body
to overcome; to conquer..
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I like! :D
ReplyDeleteThe stalk grows, the year beats on the wind.
Apples come, and the month for their fall.
The bark spreads, the roots tighten.
Though today be the last
Or tomorrow all,
You will not mind...To a Dead lover
my fav lines....:)
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