fillme
fill my
fill my hands
fill my hands, light.
i'll climb You.
i'll reach each
finger over
each finger over.
i'll climb you up
(if even tinly i'll shall
by minute courage expand
into quickly dying night
the frailness of my body
and i'll clamor
i'll tip
sinuously
up
into thy strayingest brightness
my cup
and it will run over with you
it will burn
and, by a thousand strokes of brilliance,
it shall teeter briefly invincible
on awkward skinny youth
it shall stumble deeply radiant folding
each star folding
manifold upon
manifold upon
manifold upon
folding each star
into the hottest crimp:
a kiss foibl'd )
clumsily boyness hands
imparting with love most earnest
that spangle will
and climbing fingers
over each
into
that hurt
will sharply round
rib after rib
till reaches
(in burning Cupid's fiercest glow)
my destroying weakness
with the strength of your inimitable lips
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
fillme
fill my
fill my hands
fill my hands, light.
i'll climb You.
i'll reach each
finger over
each finger over.
i'll climb you up
(if even tinly i'll shall
by minute courage expand
into quickly dying night
the frailness of my body
and i'll clamor
i'll tip
sinuously
up
into thy strayingest brightness
my cup
and it will run over with you
it will burn
and, by a thousand strokes of brilliance,
it shall teeter briefly invincible
on awkward skinny youth
it shall stumble deeply radiant folding
each star folding
manifold upon
manifold upon
manifold upon
folding each star
into the hottest crimp:
a kiss foibl'd )
clumsily boyness hands
imparting with love most earnest
that spangle will
and climbing fingers
over each
into
that hurt
will sharply round
rib after rib
till reaches
(in burning Cupid's fiercest glow)
my destroying weakness
with the strength of your inimitable lips
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