plenitude steps taken in those
DMs. my hands in the tense wind
are two hounds in a sex-lock.
somnambulate if you may, in the pretense of this
grotesquerie. sing to me, you might, lax in tune
and foreboding by consent.
on the floor now, aslant, like two dogs
waiting in servitude,
the detritus of shedding – outside to no windows,
I perceive an elongated white of moon.
you must have hurt the world
with your darling feet.
carrying the night, deciphered from above,
whose distance is this that switches
to impact?
from the look of your face in the drone
of sleep,
I doubt my presence
but when the radio of dream soon dies
and your breath ****** out of you
like a vacated city,
the undulant breath, a fair warning
and myself simply, an aftermath.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
plenitude steps taken in those
DMs. my hands in the tense wind
are two hounds in a sex-lock.
somnambulate if you may, in the pretense of this
grotesquerie. sing to me, you might, lax in tune
and foreboding by consent.
on the floor now, aslant, like two dogs
waiting in servitude,
the detritus of shedding – outside to no windows,
I perceive an elongated white of moon.
you must have hurt the world
with your darling feet.
carrying the night, deciphered from above,
whose distance is this that switches
to impact?
from the look of your face in the drone
of sleep,
I doubt my presence
but when the radio of dream soon dies
and your breath ****** out of you
like a vacated city,
the undulant breath, a fair warning
and myself simply, an aftermath.
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