THE MAN, THE GUN You are dead, my love. I mourn today again. The - TopicsExpress



          

THE MAN, THE GUN You are dead, my love. I mourn today again. The gun, the gray gun, shiny and silver. fire and smoke like the color of your eyes. My legs ache, my arms burn. My eyes are wet stars. You left on my limbs a circle of your costumed smile and the tall easy ride of August. Dead, you are the vicious sweat of summer. Alive, you wore my scent of citrus and silk. I mourn today again. The August of sad stars. The man. The gun. The silk in your hand, the scent of citrus, the sorrow of August. Tears, hot wet days of summer, my love, the man. Tears, burning stars of sleep, my love, the gun. The smokey silver-eyed man. The gray shiny gun. I mourn today again.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 18:22:32 +0000

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