Hiding Archimedes

June 28, 2012
By ReverentJoker GOLD, Glen Spey, New York
ReverentJoker GOLD, Glen Spey, New York
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Traces of our fingers
Leave glowing marks on the walls
Of the apartment

Chariot rains heavy fire
From down on high
But it keeps us warm tonight

It's nice to hear your laugh
Every fiber in my brain
Knows your smile
A wicked thing

It's nice to know your voice
Every whisper that I'm listening to
Is a breath that will
Never reach his chest

Archimedes ate the sun
Down on my blistered thumbs
Pray you fade on me
Breath on

It's nice to know
Every muscle on your bone
As they explode
A brilliant glow

It's nice to know
Every feeding is a stealing
From hunger comes a lock and key
A shallow body hides Archimedes and me.

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