will you
place my face on shelf of trinkets meant to startle you.
paper momentos. and
pewter figurines.
think twice,
or look over your shoulder one more time before you turn to step away
from this
kami-caress-
soul siphoning
season.
or toss me with a
splash into a fountain. meant to splatter up droplets-
black as succulent stag bone bowels.
rinsed over
maidens.
wearing porcelain faces and bedtime.
-rising like a timid ghost from me
in
this
straitlaced summer.
spiced red water.
linseed lull.
easy,
tame hands
can strangle too
turning to indian summer,
turning to the crisp
cool
autumn.
turning
my body to
wet
sinewy
earth
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 3:58 AM UTC
will you
place my face on shelf of trinkets meant to startle you.
paper momentos. and
pewter figurines.
think twice,
or look over your shoulder one more time before you turn to step away
from this
kami-caress-
soul siphoning
season.
or toss me with a
splash into a fountain. meant to splatter up droplets-
black as succulent stag bone bowels.
rinsed over
maidens.
wearing porcelain faces and bedtime.
-rising like a timid ghost from me
in
this
straitlaced summer.
spiced red water.
linseed lull.
easy,
tame hands
can strangle too
turning to indian summer,
turning to the crisp
cool
autumn.
turning
my body to
wet
sinewy
earth
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