She is the shadow that hangs around my door,
who's memories are counted in wine bottles
dressed by the winter sun.
She is sweetness and pain,
both beautiful and broken
both complete and incomplete
in her beauty.
And I surrender.
Her deepest desire,
her happiest Herod that dwells in
crystal coves and voluminous virility
now spun as golden spiders webs
where my love lies, sterling.
There, in your grass a
personal criminal writes a
holocaust to culture.
He spins the Atomic clouds around
mycological skeletons
who hold constellations in their
time scarred jaws.
And there we were, the seekers of a golden dream
my mouth fell on yours, and you took me in.
Humanity is a bloodbath,
that takes you in.
The realization takes you by surprise
and we kiss
****** roses.
She is the shadow that hangs around my door...
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
She is the shadow that hangs around my door,
who's memories are counted in wine bottles
dressed by the winter sun.
She is sweetness and pain,
both beautiful and broken
both complete and incomplete
in her beauty.
And I surrender.
Her deepest desire,
her happiest Herod that dwells in
crystal coves and voluminous virility
now spun as golden spiders webs
where my love lies, sterling.
There, in your grass a
personal criminal writes a
holocaust to culture.
He spins the Atomic clouds around
mycological skeletons
who hold constellations in their
time scarred jaws.
And there we were, the seekers of a golden dream
my mouth fell on yours, and you took me in.
Humanity is a bloodbath,
that takes you in.
The realization takes you by surprise
and we kiss
****** roses.
She is the shadow that hangs around my door...
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