when all of the home, or underneath
the bed, or even throne of dream
all lay with life of felled bodies,
— lest I feel forever the joy
of the fall,
when all scrumptious light bend in
incorrigible water, strangeness pursues
all dark;
soft, soft,
soft, encircling in cage
the soft,
soft, aloft hills and dead pools
of sweat
soft and supple skin
raged thud of fragmented name
on walling up lips
love is man and man's prison sees
to it all silence when everything is set free
and we have no use for them anymore,
imprisoning us, the love–
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
when all of the home, or underneath
the bed, or even throne of dream
all lay with life of felled bodies,
— lest I feel forever the joy
of the fall,
when all scrumptious light bend in
incorrigible water, strangeness pursues
all dark;
soft, soft,
soft, encircling in cage
the soft,
soft, aloft hills and dead pools
of sweat
soft and supple skin
raged thud of fragmented name
on walling up lips
love is man and man's prison sees
to it all silence when everything is set free
and we have no use for them anymore,
imprisoning us, the love–
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