Abyss reflection

the moon struts o’er the homes, while Starlight sinks

with gravity unto the windows. Do you spend

each night alone? for i am he who thinks

of you. perhaps the loneliness will mend

the agitated mind. one sleepy sphinx,

two histories. the snow is lost—a hand

clasps coldness tight. a kiss is just a jinx

with melted sugar pleasures. so we wend

our thoughts as drunken sails upon the sea.

i buried you in muttered Words—too much

the sky reflects itself. in wayward prose

the desert sings. &when you come for me,

your lovely angel hands so white to touch

my heart, it bleeds on them to stain them rose.


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