“Me and You”

9 Dec

“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.

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