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The hour you spoke to me (as I remember)
when some 40 Heavens
came spiring up-
wards
in a blossom fire,
my limb-
paint
bubbling from exposure;
It was the same afternoon when I made my last human sound.
Oh, I had a tongue in mind
but it left
purring into a carbon relic.
I've had to learn how to breathe
your particulates
and become star-lunged on bangles
of clear, drunken smoke.
40
Long after, I read a book of heresies and you are type-ridden there -
an indulgence of a Goddess.
She blushes when you move.
She laughs at my remains.
The hour you spoke to me (as I remember)
when some 40 Heavens
came spiring up-
wards
in a blossom fire,
my limb-
paint
bubbling from exposure;
It was the same afternoon when I made my last human sound.
Oh, I had a tongue in mind
but it left
purring into a carbon relic.
I've had to learn how to breathe
your particulates
and become star-lunged on bangles
of clear, drunken smoke.
40
Long after, I read a book of heresies and you are type-ridden there -
an indulgence of a Goddess.
She blushes when you move.
She laughs at my remains.
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i've decided to start a series of anonymous love poems - for no one, from no one, by no one, about no one.
enjoy.
anonymous love poems
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enjoy.
anonymous love poems
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Chilling.