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I. Our limbs (winter - bared to the cold) paled * orange peels in the pillow case * against the duvet (snow littered with tangerine skins) feet spilling out the window into the garden beneath our bed * where hands nurture fruit grown in smoke and unfastening * bunched tendons in our hands compound torsos with the submission into, clawing for gravity of (yes, love) Of please - yes, love (love, love), Of marbled - quaking , tongue - in - my - mouth - down - my - spine, sun - in - my - eyes - when- we - touch love, {feeling} Rose -y yellow II. Periwinkle artifice Interspaced with Drip Smear Blur Of cloud (silver gray) Sun-splash on James Joyce As February’s finger Blushes spring III. (You and your lustful multitudes)
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
You and (you and your lustful) Multitudes
I. Our limbs (winter - bared to the cold) paled * orange peels in the pillow case * against the duvet (snow littered with tangerine skins) feet spilling out the window into the garden beneath our bed * where hands nurture fruit grown in smoke and unfastening * bunched tendons in our hands compound torsos with the submission into, clawing for gravity of (yes, love) Of please - yes, love (love, love), Of marbled - quaking , tongue - in - my - mouth - down - my - spine, sun - in - my - eyes - when- we - touch love, {feeling} Rose -y yellow II. Periwinkle artifice Interspaced with Drip Smear Blur Of cloud (silver gray) Sun-splash on James Joyce As February’s finger Blushes spring III. (You and your lustful multitudes)
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
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