Love was a promise made of smoke In a frozen corpse of trees A - TopicsExpress



          

Love was a promise made of smoke In a frozen corpse of trees A bone cold and older than our bodies Slowly floating in the sea Every morning there were planes The shiny blades of pagan angels in our fathers skies Every evening I would watch her hold the pillow Tight against her hollows, her unholy child I was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat Among the angry cemetery leaves When they caught the king beneath the borrowed car Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keys
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 12:00:25 +0000

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