MY BLOOD IS YOUR WINE
not forgotten
still on the wine
drowning in situations
one at a time
my friends are untrue
left me on the cross
gamblers won on my day off
rolled back
on the stones regret
my father receives
this soul they reject
she lay on a borrowed bed
this bride that never was wed
held the hand
broke the bone
rejoined the threatened and cold
I built a model
in soil and glass
to worship
the false and worthless at last
corrupted in scented summer glades
she smiles beneath a hundred waves
lost in lonesome sworn in regret
im just one of the things
to forget
Surface
depth
flow
in flowing structures
sinking
lines on palms
unplanted with waiting for charm
reach push touch
I have swallowed your invisibility
so you can at last
BE SEEN
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