Monday, May 20, 2013

Bruises on your mind

"I stayed under the moon too long. 
I am silvered with lust. 
Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes. 
My voice is trees tossing in the wind. 
I loose myself like a flock of blackbirds
storming into your face.
My lightest touch leaves blue prints,
bruises on your mind.
Desire sandpapers your skin
so thin I read the veins and arteries
maps of routes I will travel
till I lodge in your spine. 
The night is our fur. 
We curl inside it licking."

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