life.love.lust.frustration (Remove filter)
buddy can you spare
you’re cold, button up,
batten down the hatched glass
these mean talking ghosts offer
little anonymity to the marrowfat
of shoulder high memories
sister in all but time
an “a star” in the morning
yet the many delights,
ours but for the cleansed eyes
and thighs, came as you sounded
memory in your truth’s thunder
blackened through evi...
Saturday 24th August 2013 8:35 pm
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