I imagine you naked
I imagine you dead in faint recall
I imagine your hands the gun metal
I imagine your teeth the fence guarding flesh
I imagine your perfume, your mother’s wake
I imagine your strut a dance to J. Alfred Prufrock
I imagine you singing from each to each
he puts it like that, and you have become overwhelmed
by passivity
as in a salutary
as capitulation
as the Earth surrendering to rain.
I imagine you clothed
I imagine you alive in the demise of day
I imagine your hands studded to the hilt with lacquered sorrow
I imagine your teeth gnawing my skin to suture
I imagine your tears, the sea in front of your mother’s grave
I imagine you
fucking in the silver head of morning
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
I imagine you naked
I imagine you dead in faint recall
I imagine your hands the gun metal
I imagine your teeth the fence guarding flesh
I imagine your perfume, your mother’s wake
I imagine your strut a dance to J. Alfred Prufrock
I imagine you singing from each to each
he puts it like that, and you have become overwhelmed
by passivity
as in a salutary
as capitulation
as the Earth surrendering to rain.
I imagine you clothed
I imagine you alive in the demise of day
I imagine your hands studded to the hilt with lacquered sorrow
I imagine your teeth gnawing my skin to suture
I imagine your tears, the sea in front of your mother’s grave
I imagine you
fucking in the silver head of morning
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