Monday, April 16, 2012

lunar


my skin stretched over a brittle faith
prays for your ochre light, the corruption
of my blood. red to red.
I drink your gaze, the barrenness
of your sorrow a perfect mirror.
blind me to the emptiness, narrowing desire.
replace the hard soul of doubt with the surety of your flesh,
a supple dwelling eclipsing mortality



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