So much laughter perhaps in front
of the console
If when we hand over what was given,
we are inconsolable.
Assume this position when
reaction is demanded:
You could, a massive day.
You could, a spectral of night
daggering into the forthcoming of nakedness that was your title,
enmeshed, and then in a moment’s brief charade,
torn apart, contained within four bedposts and a notch
for a shimmering body lined with a peregrine skin.
how much it cost you, putting a face in this profile
losing the document from flinging in the last time over and over
as if we do not die only making copies of it each day
a page is turned not over but crimson with blame,
forging a lie about every gilded moment as if touch could end it so
this day collapsed into a breath’s span crossing rivers.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
So much laughter perhaps in front
of the console
If when we hand over what was given,
we are inconsolable.
Assume this position when
reaction is demanded:
You could, a massive day.
You could, a spectral of night
daggering into the forthcoming of nakedness that was your title,
enmeshed, and then in a moment’s brief charade,
torn apart, contained within four bedposts and a notch
for a shimmering body lined with a peregrine skin.
how much it cost you, putting a face in this profile
losing the document from flinging in the last time over and over
as if we do not die only making copies of it each day
a page is turned not over but crimson with blame,
forging a lie about every gilded moment as if touch could end it so
this day collapsed into a breath’s span crossing rivers.
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