versailles (gori_gori_bayan) wrote,
versailles
gori_gori_bayan

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s.o.u.r. notes from a...far.


o.n.e.

To thee, Ichabod Rose,
What soft, often studied, opus
Of light,
Traveling bedraggeled arms,
Pauses,
Throat seduction; light clutch.
Thy cheek warm with the knowledge of a caress
Handled often, and softly
As if cloth & linenlike; crumbling,
It be.



t.w.o.

The brass score
In it,
A resounding spell
Not oft’ more offered a tell
‘tweenst the notes; sings it best:
I in my shadow am happy and blessed.



t.h.r.e.e.

Scattered as rogue spiderlegs
screams with her murderous register
its chorys fists us
false temperature
knives & thieves
…from what my ears pieced together, it was a lion there, rushing through the darkness.



f.o.u.r.

soft float umbrellas - open ::
boast, I love you,
I love you no more ::
closed like september throats
conceptual temper.a
t
u
r
e ... (over-, the prefix)
and her teeth loose of gleam - bleam ::
it's all over.
for her, fairweather.




s.k.i.
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