“Me and You”
Who’d thought they’d
through pastures my angel knew you
blades of snow
hush in cold grasses drift
awoke in agony for a rose grave
I want to sing you,
but those days are gone as panthers
shredding our silk pajamas
relaxation is a curse
broken teeth make you smile
we’re gravediggers kissing
to gallows music
to bones of our timorous humors
lend me rope to retrieve the werewolf
we’re six feet of curses and blessings
we’re 9.5 inches deep of
the crows in our hearts and bloodstream
pleasure sick on a wounded ship
the pirate of your private destiny
the ship of your chastity belt
grin at me for the cuteness of cutting.
nicholauspatnaude 
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