hitch
she does and her
voice catches in that
onetwo moment of unicorns and magic bullets as i
hitch
and fly through the loop of her ambiguity
loop single fingers in her
curls and she
curls into me with a
hitch, a onetwo breath, onetwo
but underneath the concrete of fleshandmarrow, there lurks but one,
there is but
one bullet and two targets as i
put my finger on her trigger pulling the
ashes through her thighs and i
wander down her mystery as she
wanders through my everlight and i
hitch that sacred abandon as i
aim
aim and realize
she will never be my phoenix. and yet,
here i lay, naked and wandering,
my ribcage bearing adam as I realize
that in this moment, there is but
one
onetwo breathonetwo
there is
one bullet and two targets as i
lean beneath her and taste her willow tree, she is
wandering down this sacred path and i
trail her entrails as she licks down my scope
but she couldn’t take the breadth, she couldn’t
handle the tube washing down, tube washing, these
sacraments which are held in such high standing among
palms which turn to ash as i bend down, her jawline and chinline the
new turning point in my abandon but i
one, two, hitch, breathe, one two, underscore,
one two, understanding, one two,
one bullet, two targets, and i
drink of her secrets and am lost in the reverie.

03/11/2009

Author's Note: Belongs to Bass. It's so his fault. No editing and 1:12 minutes. Oh man. It's so his fault.

Posted on 03/12/2009
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