Tuesday, April 25, 2017

In wine-sore late-early hours

In wine-sore
late-early hours

With rose bouquets
as headphones--

Red to my right
White to my left,

I hold on
To thorn-wand songs so hard

Tho' they tear into
The flesh of my palms,,,

Don't talk to me about honeylove
I cannot row across the blueblack lake

To the shores of the longpoint

I cannot croon sexysongs

Nor softshoe shuffle

In waltztime

Until you sing a desperate kiss
Into my mouth

And fill my lungs with

Violent hearthammered
Hopefulness.

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*4/25/17