Sunday, February 20, 2011

King.

This sepulcher
Of fishbone frailty
Fragile ribs
More of a net than a cage.
Can't contain it.

These enamel gates
Wide hallways
Of coffee stained stones
Shrouded by rosy clouds.
Can't explain it.

These childlike paws
Reach with fervor
Grasp for tangibilty
Finding half-moon holes
In clammy palms.
Can't abstain from it.

I love you.

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