still swollen:
moon in eye
lips murdered red
with the crimson of
maddeningly furious bites
the crunch of bone
turning in bed - air and moment
stopped and in between
the hounds spread
darkening rumors,
dropping once again are
eyelids from too much
heaviness of unuttered
words, unperformed verbs
seething in between teeth,
cheek pressed onto crumpled
******* from groping in
the dark knowing only its
frail rescue
these tiny fingers still
ache from touching anthropomorphic fires,
the ears still swollen
from distinct susurrations like
o's and h's and their
sweet campaigns
my heart's well engorged
with a whelm of promises
in the morning there
will be i and you,
our love still throbbing
in the loom of it,
as we go on leaving -
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
still swollen:
moon in eye
lips murdered red
with the crimson of
maddeningly furious bites
the crunch of bone
turning in bed - air and moment
stopped and in between
the hounds spread
darkening rumors,
dropping once again are
eyelids from too much
heaviness of unuttered
words, unperformed verbs
seething in between teeth,
cheek pressed onto crumpled
******* from groping in
the dark knowing only its
frail rescue
these tiny fingers still
ache from touching anthropomorphic fires,
the ears still swollen
from distinct susurrations like
o's and h's and their
sweet campaigns
my heart's well engorged
with a whelm of promises
in the morning there
will be i and you,
our love still throbbing
in the loom of it,
as we go on leaving -
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