blue inside feels:
rough from the
groove up shaven
closely to fresh
air stings over cool
–skull and neck;
where i wish
my hand could become
a certain smoke
of tense opaqueness
unfolding a flower
in sharp city nights
the enormous groan
of my soul;
and sleep in your dark forest
a tactile brace of slender light .
( i love you will never know )
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
blue inside feels:
rough from the
groove up shaven
closely to fresh
air stings over cool
–skull and neck;
where i wish
my hand could become
a certain smoke
of tense opaqueness
unfolding a flower
in sharp city nights
the enormous groan
of my soul;
and sleep in your dark forest
a tactile brace of slender light .
( i love you will never know )
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