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| as if love were
moons, plunging into the
mad bright day
light
slow, scalding
safety
we beg the stars,stay
suspending night'sstring in
steady darkness
hang the sky a
silent
stain.
the stars(in our hearts)answer
no,
and burst
a sacred stream
of life in me,golden ruby (with)
loyalty
but
impossible night;
when else the universe(blood,yours
and mine)should die,
who tells the moon not to rise?
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| silence, now
crisp in not yours but my blood
rushes, melted from singing
icicles
into the
world when it is golden, away from
your grey love
who thought, broken god, it might
disguise its claws (?)
as i trust, quietly
the rapture--gone
rupture--gone
now, god
gone
ta fond de nuit veut rester
mais il ne peut pas
tu ne peut pas,
ancient north star, seven years
below your song
silence, now
my reckless love
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| YOU THROW YOUR VEINS LIKE KITE STRING
into the water sky, pale like the fragile
tusks who rip pinholes from under your
paper skin, to letblood back in.
i tie my red balloons to your
vacuum ceiling, so that your
spine may flood like feeling
love when it drips
from my chest, you sip on my
breath, ( )
only.
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| our fingers heavy, probing
the night's steady dark-
ness, in search of light
time
are fingers heavy, when
phantoms prod ghost-
shapes in our concrete
minds?
i am at war with the past and you are just an actor.
i, your distractor, scrape at paved lies
on your mouth and throat and eyes
my kiss is a knife
!
(the night spills love on our thighs and holds captive our light) | | |
| i'm floating.
i get lost in the mess of exhaustive, extroverted routines and then caught in profound,
terrifying moments of realized existence.
i think the struggle is inevitable, and i'll always play a game of lost and found
because there is never one found
i found you, and i'll lose you
every night until i set you free
tangibly,
polishing fake diamonds in
convinced glory
you see darling, you look just like stars
and i'm hanging in the sky
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