Fates of Felt

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

My heart thirsts
But I will not drink until you drink
My bones desire a soul
To be nailed to
And to stroll as a virtuous voyager
My face surrenders an embrace
As you help me
Lace a tongue knot
A weave of juicy thread
Thank you
Now I can only
Salivate tears
Drip shock from my chin
And purr with
The moon and the ogres
The unsaid
Ringing in my ears.
Posted by Paul at 8:59 PM
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