it is much like rain this hot evening,
prompt in arrival to assuage default
settings
like most days when in the intimate dark
which love I clutch and whose
hands i ****** shatter before me
between the moment just arriving
and the press of disappearance
this body that dartles onto the leadened
cathedral of your heart, the jaundice
of your repeated self accumulates
to harangue this true evening yellow
starting a burlesque of moon, flushed
in the punctuation of mildew. grass
its fragrance the first time and the last,
translated - a revision of wind's gesticulstions. else it was strangely always
pure dusk, wide-eyed, awake in futurity
dare the hands clench and the feet
mingle with swift pace much like
rain this evening forgetting
a jammed, rusted parasol
your first time underneath the world,
Summer ending in a blink of an eye,
a stab of bated breath.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
it is much like rain this hot evening,
prompt in arrival to assuage default
settings
like most days when in the intimate dark
which love I clutch and whose
hands i ****** shatter before me
between the moment just arriving
and the press of disappearance
this body that dartles onto the leadened
cathedral of your heart, the jaundice
of your repeated self accumulates
to harangue this true evening yellow
starting a burlesque of moon, flushed
in the punctuation of mildew. grass
its fragrance the first time and the last,
translated - a revision of wind's gesticulstions. else it was strangely always
pure dusk, wide-eyed, awake in futurity
dare the hands clench and the feet
mingle with swift pace much like
rain this evening forgetting
a jammed, rusted parasol
your first time underneath the world,
Summer ending in a blink of an eye,
a stab of bated breath.
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