your scent wafts me home:
cinnamon-apple pricked skin
promise of sweetness
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your scent wafts me home:
cinnamon-apple pricked skin
promise of sweetness
promise of sweetness,
sadly I'm diabetic
no sugar for me.
no sugar for me
the thought right now impales me
head's already light
head's already light -
imagine my hands in your
hands on your body.
head's already light
you should stop blowing me up
I think I will burst
oops I did it again
Did what again Silas?
I think I will burst
The pain is unbearable
Oh Death take me now!
Oh Death take me now
to the river's cold banks, there
to see the sunrise.
To see the sunrise
through frosted oaks dressed in mist,
like living haiku
like living haiku
two tall trees kissed in the storm-
wind blew branches close
wind blew branches close
bony fingers of old men
my hands clutch at joy
my hands clutch at joy
my eyes gone into the light
searching for flowers
searching for flowers
under flames, petals holding
what cannot be touched
what cannot be touched,
or held in hands hot and wet--
her throated cries, tears.
her throated cries, tears
that jewel her cheek, prisms
cascading the blue