"I
fastened you in this dropping hour
Tied
like a stone
To
string
In
our empty room
Pulse
runs hard
Forgetting
we stagger
Slowly
Working
my way down your tongue
Following
the length of you
Until
the seed is swallowed
Pure
black ink
Comes
from your eyes
Tell
me to scream
Or
sigh
Either
will do.
The
frost cut our lips
Taught
a winter’s lesson
Swollen
in the cave
That
formed over your mouth
I
am not only aware of my tongue
I
am aware of my teeth.
Red
ruby deepened
Flush
to the neck
You
remind me of a great swan
I’ll
make of you what unfolding is
Clutching
chests
In
a tomb like life
Wooden
ships sail in
a
beating heart breaks out."
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