Friday, May 24, 2013

Not Even Lust

Not even lust
Could waste hold
Tend or borrow not
Even trust desire could
Finger lip the begin half
Jobs that spilled and split
Your marrow cut in two
Your only joint in
Several willing ways
When you woke unburied
Nearly every sensible
Trip-wire tendon
Tremor held you
When you took down
Those cleared out
Wants not even
What held your
Truly heart valves
Open could pull
You out of your
Tended ways of seeming
Haven’t you had
Enough preventing
Beds not even semi
Detached encounters
With your emulated
Vision have not the found
Blue dignitaries forged
Enough confusion
To be burned
A lozenge in your
Skull not even leg
Drives between your
Thighs could uncover
What you were
Thinking not even
Your one light became
Two could string
Us back together
Could burn
Us into one.

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