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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.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published | Edited 4th May 2012
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