done over this afternoon I only have one image
and about you were many other surly things
all wrapped in the sudden heat of happening
through the clear eye of a diaphanous world.
inmost spring of an unreachable bud,
a raw material for hurt kept in the after-hour
of a dwindled morning charged to dark
moving with precise instep
rummaging for completion
underneath an untamed sky
left for claim but not entirely as to be free,
no remnant of the hour’s expensive thrill
where I do not find you in me,
as I am still down on your able ghost
pinning it down to where it will never
meet its breakable place:
a wondrous dawn, or the fever of Maytime afternoon,
in your most excellent clothes
or else it was simply desire
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
done over this afternoon I only have one image
and about you were many other surly things
all wrapped in the sudden heat of happening
through the clear eye of a diaphanous world.
inmost spring of an unreachable bud,
a raw material for hurt kept in the after-hour
of a dwindled morning charged to dark
moving with precise instep
rummaging for completion
underneath an untamed sky
left for claim but not entirely as to be free,
no remnant of the hour’s expensive thrill
where I do not find you in me,
as I am still down on your able ghost
pinning it down to where it will never
meet its breakable place:
a wondrous dawn, or the fever of Maytime afternoon,
in your most excellent clothes
or else it was simply desire
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