Early mornings
With us wrapped
In the wings of our sweat
Ignoring the muted call of birds
And the bright,
Screaming
Sun.
I pull you close,
Lose my fingers
In the passion
Of alligator eyes-
The cheese sharp
Scent of your ****
Closed it's noose.
And I found myself upon the floor craving a halo.
But the saints are dead, and bleed like violins.
The unmistakable relief
Of your curves
Are distant now;
Where once we stalked the city's
Whispering night;
Now we entertain widows
Full of secrets.
Only distant eiderdown
Holds our halo
Holds our breath
And monochrome death
In relief of
early mornings
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
Early mornings
With us wrapped
In the wings of our sweat
Ignoring the muted call of birds
And the bright,
Screaming
Sun.
I pull you close,
Lose my fingers
In the passion
Of alligator eyes-
The cheese sharp
Scent of your ****
Closed it's noose.
And I found myself upon the floor craving a halo.
But the saints are dead, and bleed like violins.
The unmistakable relief
Of your curves
Are distant now;
Where once we stalked the city's
Whispering night;
Now we entertain widows
Full of secrets.
Only distant eiderdown
Holds our halo
Holds our breath
And monochrome death
In relief of
early mornings
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