LOVERS -RIPPLES OF AGED STONE
choking on the human
Drifting alone
crushed on a smoking sea
grey curling, crested, curving shaking slapping surges
bleached bloated businessĀ plastic-coated greetings
rusted split tins
weeping lines of funeral suggestions
large red etched limbs
straddling cautious floating timbers
sliding green skies
fall dip, dragging
heated chaos from shelters
reminded peace
Her moon painted nails dug deep
pierced and flushed
creation reading some submerged vagrant text
as empty splinters stare into blank
halls as a purple varnish coated hook
stands in a fragrant position
She travels the scented palms
and tolls a huge shining brass bell
lovers congregate as memory loads
the black muzzle gun
shuffling crowds scream inaudible voiced obscenities
from within the stained glass pocket
she wears on twists of time
swinging slowly as her mapped neck
persuades her heart to move
Darkness folds the leather night
tight around the naked stone
She fondles a bundle
small crystal visions
drip from the leaking vessel
Bending down she gentle in creaking gate
replaces each dulled sight
into the spread of cloth
lying upon the dimensions request
was she ever
really just a stolen
footstep x
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