buddy can you spare

you’re cold, button up,

batten down the hatched glass

these mean talking ghosts offer

little anonymity to the  marrowfat

of shoulder high memories


sister in all but time

an “a star” in the morning


yet the many delights,

ours but for the cleansed eyes

and thighs, came as you sounded

memory in your truth’s thunder


blackened through evidence

guilty by my whence exchanged

I command the devil’s songs but

am I just faded delight?


“swing more” she demands, washed

guilty thrice through her heels

and laced heart and slumber now standing

in strength washed on a once

cracked spit drawn open mouthed

and verdict free


poured closer to the two hole cluster

the depth of a friendship must fight back


life.love.lust.frustrationunrequited love

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