let lovers leave

this clearest-stated, calmest-kept place within my deepest mind woke upon where life had slept and left my fears therein to find let lovers leave as they would want in knowing they'll return to you let go the rooms that fears will haunt and all the gods you thought you knew there's something good in the decay of life's conventions held too fast by those of...

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hold the balance

hold the balance of the hours in one palm, and with your dirty knuckles go into the world. moonlight havens and sunrise gravity can be wretched things when you're infused with darkness, so be the nearest star and skim the surfaces of lakes on your quest for love. there are salts of passion in all things, and the trick is to ameliorate every taste of this life with...

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she said

i'll tell you what she said to me once, spoken from her slender current, the one that runs from top to bottom: she said -           and i relay this           as a boy would           because i was a           boy when she           said it she...

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you look at me like

you look at me like you're looking at an approaching storm that growls across the horizon, the colors of godawful bruising and retiring embers. so i whisper something into your neck, perhaps a prayer to the moon and her lover; something about wanting or about will or about the salt of passion in tears. we lovers all begin with something to die toward; it's the bellows...

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i want wondrous moments

i want wondrous moments of half-holy corners cleaved into glass; with your splintered shafts of errant radiation now beacons well-spread. i would grieve in my words often, how weak they became in the face of your tempest eyes and heated host. i could not find the words i needed to disallow the things i had feared lost that were never departed. so. i want wondrous escapes beneath...

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this prophecy is the baby on the hip of my love

this prophecy is the baby on the hip of my love, who stands there, in a vast solitude, looking with delicate pupils toward something. perhaps toward that town you left me for, the one with the oily black-sky sorrows and salted air? you joined me. why, again? and again, why? because i am dubious, at times; entrenched and needing to be pried from the ice of a self-inflicted menace. i...

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