Monday, November 17, 2014

dark lagomorphs at dawn's whirl

already your heartbeat
has overtaken mine
I clutch your heels
and so we fall together
planted at the mouth
shriek, mother-child
for this love of wishing wells
and the buzzing disease
that surrounds oh shout shout
it is hot here
and our hands are lined and loose
be that only forever
endlessly, let us decrypt that
in the lorn shadow of what love maybe


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