these, our bodies, possessed by light
tell me we’ll never get used to it
Thursday, May 28, 2009
nat done
I could keep an arc
For anyone who asked
Though everyone else's concave
Always puts them simply back
I could keep your sea shell
And let you drench us both in pearls
Because every time you've bared your teeth
I wish you could only tell.
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