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A need for something Freer and a million lights deeper Bodies as soul and blood pricked, we asked for tradition Drunk on the idea of balance
By Aubrey Schuring 5 years ago in Poets
Moans like bone music And a tooth crush scissor cut Daylight wakes before blood And beauty is self taught Between these islands and salt skin
A post modern romance subscript in tradition Star crossed Most definitely And held Indecisively He warned me They told me
A melancholy affair seal pressed with a smile And A secret self loathing on either side You look At me Deep and dark like
I wore my vail with a soft longing and a reverent mis-understanding behind it my eyes grew as the roses in our garden where summer was permanence, or adamant so.
Press a knife against your palm and watch the blood dissipate in pressure: Call it clear-flesh. If you continued through cut
Let me take a moment to go back to those minutes I thought of finding your body I thought of finding you breathing I thought of a way to pump your stomach
I said a prayer in lover’s name lit heat along the string of time drank blood with the devil and swore I’d give up god
The memories are paint, left now only with a kindness as I have slipped out from underneath the rest But to start, Each morning at his sunrise he took it upon himself to reign even greater than the day before.
