i am your body,
my hands the
dark hour between
shook cords of blinding day
;
cursed
/
coursing
of curved
hours distilled
.distinctly
***** heaving
of
tight aroma . Atoms,
hither thither
bump pumping
white into white hips
fissured
at the breach of
.
(to you my love to feel
wishing within throat
to fold my most unfolding
into you
the hands
my body (yourbody)
tween shook cords
of blinding day
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
i am your body,
my hands the
dark hour between
shook cords of blinding day
;
cursed
/
coursing
of curved
hours distilled
.distinctly
***** heaving
of
tight aroma . Atoms,
hither thither
bump pumping
white into white hips
fissured
at the breach of
.
(to you my love to feel
wishing within throat
to fold my most unfolding
into you
the hands
my body (yourbody)
tween shook cords
of blinding day
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