cannibal
after november
blind
to not be numb
dream (four times)
forgetfulness
angel
first morning
laconic
drown
deep
maidenhead
milk
this
wake
dark blue
rotten scorpio
little v. flea
from me to you
exit
dry
the lines left behind
guilty
sever desire
falling slowly
esperando
dark spiral
sparkle
confetti
bodies pound beats
a pool quivers blue light on
a face near mine
breathing my name
in amazement
So I want to cry
for the oasis of it,
the sweetness
But I do
only when I recall
the nightmares
the bad dreams of real life;
and the oasis is sweeter yet in contrast
and the pain greater than I expected
So I do
I cry bitterly
in the cocoon of safety
the nest of hair and arms
And everything's ok
but it's not, you know,
it's not
It hurts
But I'm safe for now
and I rest
after a while.
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