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Head-space
Shower me in dust,
heavy that I may make a 'Snow angel' in the filth.
Filter those pebbles and old coins
through your fingers
Bathe beneath Achelois' half-light
when the blue steals my weary, over-smoked chest.
I look
within those deep, dark eyes
and love you,
indiscriminately.
Here on the wet grass take
me at my most restless
and show me how to lose this head
in a resolute climax.
Give it up
with a heart of stone,
with torturous passion.
This flesh is steaming.
The silver keys before me
and a haze locked like barbed wire,
in my personal space, drives me forward.
A distraction.
The rain pit-patters outside -
Tlaloc's pissing again.
A flash of bright
illuminates my black-out sky
and in the moments of darkness
I search for answers
wanking myself
to sleep. Haze be done. Softness, forgiveness, fearless in the face of adversity, these qualities may lead my way.
heavy that I may make a 'Snow angel' in the filth.
Filter those pebbles and old coins
through your fingers
Bathe beneath Achelois' half-light
when the blue steals my weary, over-smoked chest.
I look
within those deep, dark eyes
and love you,
indiscriminately.
Here on the wet grass take
me at my most restless
and show me how to lose this head
in a resolute climax.
Give it up
with a heart of stone,
with torturous passion.
This flesh is steaming.
The silver keys before me
and a haze locked like barbed wire,
in my personal space, drives me forward.
A distraction.
The rain pit-patters outside -
Tlaloc's pissing again.
A flash of bright
illuminates my black-out sky
and in the moments of darkness
I search for answers
wanking myself
to sleep. Haze be done. Softness, forgiveness, fearless in the face of adversity, these qualities may lead my way.
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