your flesh against mine is staining , blackening
my pores deep with erotic lullabyes -
they echo and twist and purge from your perfect lungs, falling
sweetly from your lips, smoothly and into my ear.
I crash like an fallen angel into you, halo- dark
when you come spiraling at me with those savior- eyes.
I have never felt as alive
as when the orange sunlight from the window
creates a frame around your spectacle- silhouette
but I will use old bruises to shelter my eyelids.

06/30/2004

Posted on 06/30/2004
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