Monday, March 18, 2019

Past Answer


The lights were flickering
The lashes were flickering
                           Rain.

We are gluing eye to eye,
Your fingers grow under my spine:
my skin's buds are blooming.
                           The water falls wildly on us.

The white shells crack between our teeth
Our bones are full of dust.
The night is knitting constellations
                            Relations?

Potential, aspirations, past answer, present times.


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