12 january 2013
DEEP UNDERSTANDING
Tilted lips on the wet eyes.
Below the lids
was floating an island in a lake.
Latched to a full moon
I was trotting with snowshoes,
trekking with stars.
A volatile virginity
rebounds
ticking in your heart, spiteful.
And I, lonely as a black hill
seek the silver dew
that moons the green windows.
O malignant night
I was not worthy of death
you bestowed on me.
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