a finagling
conception
faces start to blur
past dreary old Manila
and scaffolds cool to touch
like one of the many daggers
of love struck relentlessly
against the rib
mercilessly genuflect
as the rain mocks
the tears of a woman used bone-deep
wolfing down at the door
heeding these transcendental howls
baleful eyes ****
past the throb of the strobe
remain wordless
i taste it in the moment
yet why kneel?
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
a finagling
conception
faces start to blur
past dreary old Manila
and scaffolds cool to touch
like one of the many daggers
of love struck relentlessly
against the rib
mercilessly genuflect
as the rain mocks
the tears of a woman used bone-deep
wolfing down at the door
heeding these transcendental howls
baleful eyes ****
past the throb of the strobe
remain wordless
i taste it in the moment
yet why kneel?
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