Feb 2013
surge
into the plinth
of your
monument.
i
will catch you.
my hands are like all things -
eager to please your
marble nape.
in recline
you hoist heavens.
in love's
shape.
into the plinth
of your
monument.
i
will catch you.
my hands are like all things -
eager to please your
marble nape.
in recline
you hoist heavens.
in love's
shape.
(M/USA)
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