Storm's a Comin

Storm's a Comin

Monday, January 3, 2011

Magnetic Modulations

Bouquets haunt place & space
drunk and perfect
langorous in decay
this translucent embrace
milks me, bleeding
me out.

[Insert smile here]

Poison smears the sacred
penetrates the concrete shrieks
of will. Morning
murmurs about

her moon.

9/9/10

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