Grime from age, wiped over
Once.
Get off me, blood bones, open
hearts. Once prayers, came easily
but they don’t sleep with darkness, they have
deliverance,
caked over old wraths and daunted roulettes, I glitter
Shiver. Anxious as a teacup in an earthquake, asking God,
“Why do you make fresh kisses that do no good?”
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
Grime from age, wiped over
Once.
Get off me, blood bones, open
hearts. Once prayers, came easily
but they don’t sleep with darkness, they have
deliverance,
caked over old wraths and daunted roulettes, I glitter
Shiver. Anxious as a teacup in an earthquake, asking God,
“Why do you make fresh kisses that do no good?”