Saturday, April 13, 2013

Cauterize me in a searing kiss

"Your collarbone was hot snow to touch
Clavicle, clavichord
Gold keys falling through me cold
Rain rains down
Blue-black on earth
And sends riders, striders,
Bruising yellow
Blood in a stream
Back to the eastern horizon
Where I kissed you.
If you would wake with e
I'd know how to die.

Man under influence of sky."

-James Galvin

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