"Did I forget dying?"
asked who
hung with livery
of silver youth spun
by rouge turning
of night into day ". Perhaps
"
or because suddenly
remembered summer
was sluiced in body
of hot water around
slim ankles–the opening
of every small vein–
rushing to mix with
motes of dying laughter
the very petite and
fragile model of thy self " one day when
the incorrigible
rough noose of
Spring has tightened
about every gold
trimmed loose laden
goosenecked whiskey
minute of kiss *******
between wide thighs
tear tumbling and
blubber wonderful
life shall with death
's vacant fingers make
a flower of thy body
renewed at the lips
of thy grave every
morning pearled
in dew
"
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
"Did I forget dying?"
asked who
hung with livery
of silver youth spun
by rouge turning
of night into day ". Perhaps
"
or because suddenly
remembered summer
was sluiced in body
of hot water around
slim ankles–the opening
of every small vein–
rushing to mix with
motes of dying laughter
the very petite and
fragile model of thy self " one day when
the incorrigible
rough noose of
Spring has tightened
about every gold
trimmed loose laden
goosenecked whiskey
minute of kiss *******
between wide thighs
tear tumbling and
blubber wonderful
life shall with death
's vacant fingers make
a flower of thy body
renewed at the lips
of thy grave every
morning pearled
in dew
"
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