the sunken earth and the background river:
close your eyes, other part.
the time sleeps on your lap or
under the curve of your lids.
version of us, text message.
imagine smoke in the air
-swear distance-
the smell of rain and the background river:
remember, we were part of somebody else’s
dream /
no command crash for which blood holds no allure.
the smile of a dancer, burnt wandering.
please, something like wind carrying
sounds
something like dark lips speaking
slowly.
can you feel the hunger-driven poverty of desire trying to reach my skin?
or the feathers of fire keep on needing? up.
your night hair a quiet beast inside a lung that is mine.
I never been stabbed but I can tell:
some dagger going through a melted chocolate candy bar
that is called ‘heart’.
Dec 5, 2022
Dec 5, 2022 at 3:10 PM UTC
the sunken earth and the background river:
close your eyes, other part.
the time sleeps on your lap or
under the curve of your lids.
version of us, text message.
imagine smoke in the air
-swear distance-
the smell of rain and the background river:
remember, we were part of somebody else’s
dream /
no command crash for which blood holds no allure.
the smile of a dancer, burnt wandering.
please, something like wind carrying
sounds
something like dark lips speaking
slowly.
can you feel the hunger-driven poverty of desire trying to reach my skin?
or the feathers of fire keep on needing? up.
your night hair a quiet beast inside a lung that is mine.
I never been stabbed but I can tell:
some dagger going through a melted chocolate candy bar
that is called ‘heart’.
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