the ides stupor
leaning into the wall of this
grave sunset.
give me once again
your voice
your shy voice
like a banca
waiting for the moon
to sink below
its dome.
give me once again
your *******
your lithe *******
like genuflected hills
waiting for the sun
to sink below
its dome
give me once again
your being
your agile being
like wild horses
running into the sun
striding into the moon
waiting for me to sink
below your dome.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
the ides stupor
leaning into the wall of this
grave sunset.
give me once again
your voice
your shy voice
like a banca
waiting for the moon
to sink below
its dome.
give me once again
your *******
your lithe *******
like genuflected hills
waiting for the sun
to sink below
its dome
give me once again
your being
your agile being
like wild horses
running into the sun
striding into the moon
waiting for me to sink
below your dome.
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