She Loves Me

through the sunburn creases
there go sweet traces,
she loves me in the open sun
as empty guns spit cartridge curses
through the sunburn creases
slip sixteen circles,
she loves me in the candlemass
as aimless pens tell inkblot riddles
and i am the luckiest boy in the world.

over green grass courses
she slowly passes
and loves me as we sift through ash
to praise his fur, sublime in softness
over green grass courses
and under heaven
she loves me as i am running screaming slain
to feel my spirit rise when taken
and i am the luckiest boy in the world.
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Sep 23, 2012