There are things the heart remembers
A lean in,
the flat line
The years unfurl,
the shaking subsides
Onyx-tarnished tulips all cast aside
We are here now,
where small animals curl up
and gather
And this, my love,
is all that matters
Monday, March 7, 2011
The Concealment
A lean in,
the flat line
The years unfurl,
the shaking subsides
Onyx-tarnished tulips all cast aside
We are here now,
where small animals curl up
and gather
And this, my love,
is all that matters
25 mins
he's coming
in twenty five minutes
death-loverchurner of innards
he's coming
in bells and whistleswhite hands
my tattooed fate
and i'll swoon over him
offer some leftovers
but it will be too late
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