“Exist on a Prayer”

“Exist on a Prayer”

A hand holds a hand

through three dimensions

pressed through generations

of gestational twilight

of riverbed on riverbed

my rotten teeth

in gilded mirrors and perfume counters

are a drawbridge between fantasies

of your illusion’s breath

to tell your own fortune,

ancient and spiritual

only angels would kiss your blindfold

because hearts murmur

through the season of this afternoon

stampeded with moss

twin held hands through the broken

gold inside the heart of your pleasure

and it eases pressures to do so,

although tears in spring wilt summer ends

if we close our eyes into thunderstorms

and thusly quietly enjoy to cry.

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