Reddish knobs beckoning this space.
Where sunlight Gods congregate.
Do you still love my burning face.
Say you do. Touch you do. Love you do.
Across the fields stomping your breast.
Your heart noise making this delirious prose.
For the occult between your toes fleeting away.
Where you ever a man. Asleep I remembering you were.
Making pain of slender wrist. Now you are woman lovely throat. Perfect and most frail. With my breathing twitching lips gruesome telling your fate to awake. For our handmirrors. For our sharpest rings. Lady songs quietly dressed opening golden phrases for everyone to see. Clothing our invisible living evermore.
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