Saints limp

Thorn and pointed pledge
time twirl’s 
feline gracefully graces that licked posted bed
two figures
 bent over anvils ledge
rope shattering ladder 
wraps abounds to heighten 
pleasures beg

Dusted shelf 
curtains pencilled across dawns antisocial grin
two figures 
understand there church within

I wrote 
I love you
using vodkas opaque sin
two figures 
stand outside as snowing angels 
crawl on in