lover's scratches on the night
falling back onto misty pillows
flung aside too slowly
shivered rhythm
tapped on knees
breath blows up from brine, like passion chilled,
and leaves rustle like water drips
or a wanderer, in umbra
remember them all, the
green
blue
white
violet
violence
Tuesday, January 01, 2002
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