how i wish to hurry
back to arms, hurtling
bearing me into the hollow
of hand full of hours rearing me prolongations of wordlessness —
bell-jar, your lip,
smashed into concrete, my lip.
bleeding, your lip,
quenching the tractable beast, my lip.
silence annuls, your lip
leaving the noise in me borderless, my lip,
wanting it more than
how dead trees desire autumn
light, your lip
left nocturnal, pulse dare drunkenly away, slovenly from the ground, my lip
i cannot have it
anymore.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
how i wish to hurry
back to arms, hurtling
bearing me into the hollow
of hand full of hours rearing me prolongations of wordlessness —
bell-jar, your lip,
smashed into concrete, my lip.
bleeding, your lip,
quenching the tractable beast, my lip.
silence annuls, your lip
leaving the noise in me borderless, my lip,
wanting it more than
how dead trees desire autumn
light, your lip
left nocturnal, pulse dare drunkenly away, slovenly from the ground, my lip
i cannot have it
anymore.
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