Wednesday, April 20, 2011

pumped up on her motions
because i believe
that i can now find their source.

small peaks only tongues know.
these places exist, where i can be
buried and grounded under
your clean salts. a burden of this pale weightlessness.
and posture saves you from sight.

if not here, where else should
i find the bright space
between dark (exterior) and dark (interior).

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