Bellisima! ****
descending on the table, a crash,
a severance, a banquet.
   the linen is white
    aflame,
   a pond of light underneath
    sorry elbows and frantic
    fingers (thump!
               thump!
                thump!)
   a dry *** of inquiries
engraved in heady crepusculario.
   twilight's fingers chiming
     my heart - lute, mine strings
  outstretched to breaking (a tremendous pang!)
   but the sound it makes
    is a coveted amaranth.
dark outwrestling
     dark.
         in front stretches a
     white river of wine - we will not last until light seeks its
      calm home
       but we will stay.
    we will remain tasting the brine of what immense sea,
    licking the salt off of the
sweetness,
    gnawing, falling off the
   curbed bone,
   this p
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