"Want something beautiful? Make yourself beautiful first."

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"I can be cruel.

But not emotionless–not mindlessly cruel.

With disdain and a true lack of care.

I envy that."



















































.

the small sweating ***
roundly curled
into the moon

flits by flensed brilliance

'tween cloud and shook
quaver of churlish sea

igniting by wan dying force
all the forest to teeter
on apt flesh:

lusting to feel
the plush saber

of caving darkness                                          .

Χάρων is a nice fellow
by some gate
on the bank of a slow river

in the summer
his mouth
hints at
a sliver of
crisp mint

julep sweating on
the table next to my hand
occasionally a girl
between my lips

and the small body of
the city stretches
'round with
creeping dapples
of caressed heat

(and the slow bank of a long river is
waiting next to some gate i can hear
the boat creaking without weight and
all the darkness of forever at the backs
of my eyes.

some barely rosebud
tenderly just
open
slenderly

bobbling
aloft
skinny skinny skinny
stem and

a pink
sliver of
petals
bunch easily
at

the lips
of its,

(hands go around
and: Pluck            )

watch    from     go

(something sweet)

to
to                    tally

****           vicious


give  your     neck

around           me
fingers       inside,

teeth hands  full
with,
             "      ****."                                    Look


into his i want to
see you become
how,

           "swallow."

hot

the

big                                                                                                          chattering




hulking



brute




                                                            OF





brutal                                                                                                          autumn


                                                        Death



                                                         with






leaning                                                                            into







pockets                       of





                                                              cold  cold    cold     cold       cold      cold






teeming with
suddenly sky cutting
***** life,



                                                                                                                         hurry


                                                                                                                         hurry



                                                                                                                        The



scared
scurrying
endless mound
of always needing



                                                                  TO


always                                                                                                                  be



                          

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