October 25, 2013

into our love, i'll fall


this sacred eyesore nevus, this cratered hurt.
so scabbed and dark,  this righteous indignation
pockmarked broke, and dirty spark.
deformed.

this buckled malformation,
i weeping willow, mounded ash.
adore my venom sweetness,  and paw this brow
of slash.  i'll be your true

annihilate, no comfort
come with blight, i'll be your wicked mercy,
caressing open, reptile bite.
into our love.  i fall.

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