Thursday, September 01, 2016


In the season of airplanes, in the age
of blackened miracles, says Lift those
heavy islands
. Says Dream the wounds
all healed
. A simple enough gesture,
but if the dogs are still hungry. If the
lovers are found by a husband or a
daughter. If, which means yes. Yes,
which means now, here in this
windowless room, on your knees, on
my back, daylight through an open
doorway like music. Like prayer. A
gift that I give you freely. My love,
which tastes like your sighs. Which
feels like the heat between your legs.
This moment never ending.

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