my love is dancing
in your sleep
and you, here now…
all a waste,
in your flight,
an empty,
downward embrace
return we,
to one,
when you, pointed,
lick the
ground
touch the girl’s insides
but realize…
empty s pa c e
is what
comes
not-one,
for timidity’s sake
the eyes cast lots
of salty war
upon his gorgeous shelter
they still marvel
at your lame,
dead hero
a shady vision of candy dilemma
bump the mouthful of riches
stick precise flesh
between
fast, clever eyes
us, to hollow leaves,
we went
and to ash
and for this,
but a tangle
of whispers,
am i
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