#eleven11poetrychallenge - DAY 1 I lie in your wreckage - on me you have been broken to pieces, in love, in heat. I am home to your feet, Your fetal crying. On me, you have extinguished your days, in fervent prayer - not often, occasionally - and in exhaustion. I know the rhythmic creaking of your passion. Bloodstained mornings. I know the pattern of your turning, of every breath: slow, oceanic vibrating into the air, the godliness of life broken, gulping as if the pain were not enough to take your breath away... I am soaked with every poisonous lover: neglected ink - the blue of bruises- midnight eyelashes tattooed on me, like poetry.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 05:09:47 +0000
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