December 11, 2007


i am fevered
fevered cold
wrapped in gossamer
to cherish your seasons
or perish under your burned iris
you're there with your escape ladder lashes
teaching me to climb
to mimic spider legs
dangerous colour to your cluttered mouth
....lexicon kindling....the start of a love beat
despairing over the satin in soot
the carefully tongued syllables crashing against your lips
i'm there, cracking against your lyrics...
my lace around your tongue....
my lovely one...

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