Sweet Nothings, Part 5
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
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We eye this affection like the last shimmer
of stained glass shards as they are swept from floors,
beautiful even in deformity, fragmented but majestic.
You have known confessions more carnal even clothed.
Consider this profane offering for your marble-bag collection:
devotion, red-cheeked but unreserved. Take these kisses
as rings around each of your knuckles and this embrace
as a sash on your waist. This is the instant
of film exposure where we will be forever frozen.
We eye this affection like the last shimmer
of stained glass shards as they are swept from floors,
beautiful even in deformity, fragmented but majestic.
You have known confessions more carnal even clothed.
Consider this profane offering for your marble-bag collection:
devotion, red-cheeked but unreserved. Take these kisses
as rings around each of your knuckles and this embrace
as a sash on your waist. This is the instant
of film exposure where we will be forever frozen.
