Monday, April 14, 2014

bones

and i can see again as the silhouette of your night skin ripples into focus and you are no more a nighttime imagination. and i can breath again as i touch your velvet hand releasing your dream perfume in incense eddies to the stars. and i can live again as i taste your marshmallow mouth and electric life-white shocks telegraph morse code messages to my bones.

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