11:22 P.M.
when
did your tongue
become
a piracy
open ing
darkness ness
With glossy hands, Nina cups his shy
slide back
in
silt
sinking
questions
low clouds over
a clear ceiling, the long Floating heavy yourself, (or a weightless slow
in this – room
there is no breath
you are Somebody and a sorrow, the image of my heart
except I can't trace a god.
you like being my Want.
)arms(above my head) the under of them so fragile they chain
you
that is what i like
as we roll through a twisty dream -
silent temples
twined
with an
All
important ness
on
your chest
i like the slim ness
of
you ~ the way we move , smoothly around and away
from
~*~
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but - later -
in the code market.. i die. Fall: to
break
how can you open me more?
......
on the white skin of Dellarina> reflections of red digits
~~~
my #?
276-233-5072
how presumptuous of me
by
semaphoring whoring
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and the cool sky , slender with
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Black Dress, White Room
