"I am alive,"
says the
tiny
rapid poem
of your wrists;
fair and not fair alike–
both soft
and hard with
beating
inconstantly
heart,
(you will i will)
which won't but briefly
kiss perhaps
**** perhaps
saying lewd thing of
mouth through ear
to air;
art which
must have both
light and darkness–paired,
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
"I am alive,"
says the
tiny
rapid poem
of your wrists;
fair and not fair alike–
both soft
and hard with
beating
inconstantly
heart,
(you will i will)
which won't but briefly
kiss perhaps
**** perhaps
saying lewd thing of
mouth through ear
to air;
art which
must have both
light and darkness–paired,
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