Non-Erotic PoetryGrace for eloidangerous
your kind
my kind
should never meet
you thought
a taste
of the dark
spiced breeze
might cure
your ennui
drink deep
drain this loving cup
too late
for all tomorrow’s parties
Nico’s dead
there’s only snakes
and earrings
pale blue eyes
don’t be afraid
linger on
it only hurts at first
I love you
tender skin
so warm
white under moon
so sad
feel morlock tears
run hot
down eloi loins
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