Look up at the stars and you’re gone
all that’s left to do is all that’s left to do. all of us fall all and all. why are you lighting that cigarette I haven’t even told you yet. sky heave and render my heart elegant. stop looking at me like that i haven’t even told you yet its a surprise. there are tears… Read more
You run, nude, studded with splinters Hair that is finespun and sunkissed Cascading down the gentle slopes of your shoulders Secret, cold, and available A man loves a woman he never touches. A beauty that has been complicated And deferred. Poetic insult in the Small hours of the morning. attempts at out-and-out performative prostration. Idolatry… Read more
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