Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Trauma

hold your throat right there,
naked child with no sleeves.
take me to your cave to be worn,
wretched, dry, salivating.
caps on your teeth to root
the dreams.
hold me to your chest,
that time it was the deepest.
white planes gobble time
with great ease.
kissed meant cut,
creap, zip went the thread.
forgone slots like fixed
sewn skin.
grieve for twenty four
then be solved.
loose, fluid, bleeding some
irresistable blood.

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