July 23, 2010
don't you know
we are made of honey
always interested..., never obtrusive
a sugary splatter-fest
the mind is fleckless, free
and selfish stand before thorns

i want to feel you
smoke-colored, dust-colored, golden-colored
take my hand
and we’ll
the same texture again

you got to get into it
into the saccharine dark
like a held breath
written without vowels.
draw me close
into it
into you

to you



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