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Click heredo you still recall:
night shattering the cloth
of that pious day
your mouth was eager
my hunger a cup of clay
the first sign riding
upon the fast teeth
of sound
placing your lips against
the forced maps that
drown:
and then tying the binds
with short gestures
that surely stirred the waters -
pinching back the suggestions
that covered us with the moments
until i placed you against
the resistance of my summers:
my sticky surface
drawing you further towards
the absolute clocks
and corridors of our charged
marrows
my hands upon your shoulders
my eyes upon your contours:
my eyes upon your reflections
culled from the un-knowing sense
shaped like the south
of your rememberance
that called for me to weather
your seasons now drowning me
with the nadir of your honour.
Quite enjoyable.
Full of well turned phrases.
I particularly liked, "the resistance of my summers"
It is a marvelous expression for the conviction hardened arteries of aging.
Please keep writing like this.