when i've tripped a star
whole over night
the silver flinging
of its crispest muting has
a daughter shed
of lightness
eyes its
their
teetering upon
perfectly easy winking
and her hands are so
they feel like
like when
night is so long
and hot it
stifles moving into
a pinch of stillness contained
by the exactness of my square room
struggles to retain
that lovely burning
o' 'er
splendor splitting
wings so gentle
i painful pinning
have neatly to keep
their body's wonder
to my sheets
sweat so glowing
as like the yowl
of dying day
it cleaves easily
darkness
and it rises 'pon
love after
love it
soars
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
when i've tripped a star
whole over night
the silver flinging
of its crispest muting has
a daughter shed
of lightness
eyes its
their
teetering upon
perfectly easy winking
and her hands are so
they feel like
like when
night is so long
and hot it
stifles moving into
a pinch of stillness contained
by the exactness of my square room
struggles to retain
that lovely burning
o' 'er
splendor splitting
wings so gentle
i painful pinning
have neatly to keep
their body's wonder
to my sheets
sweat so glowing
as like the yowl
of dying day
it cleaves easily
darkness
and it rises 'pon
love after
love it
soars
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