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Sepulchral Body.
I forget how once
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.
Sepulchral body
rhythmic dancing
rupturing those vessels
from the pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
now barren and prickly
a desert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.
Sepulchral body
rhythmic dancing
rupturing those vessels
from the pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
now barren and prickly
a desert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.
I observe those migratory birds
soaring their temperate destination
as...
Wednesday 14th January 2015 8:59 pm
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