Sunday, December 9, 2012

Remnants of the Night

It’s your taste
That makes me pull you from your peace-
Sweet, heavy,full of
Accidental pollen you produce.

Hollow, acidic,
I fizzle in completion
In envy of your
Subtlety-

I taste as water rapid,
Motion.

You, the earth
Remain
Remain.

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