“Exist on a Prayer”

15 Aug
“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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