gothic cradlesong
Posted on Jan 15th, 2007
by
Yana
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touching with brain waves
naked steeple of Francis Assisi
..prickly gothic.. Do you wish
me to shave my heart? I will
..your cashmere pajamas sleep..
..clinging to cold hardwood..
asleep, you childishly mutter
and these fiery wires love
your freckled cheeks..
such devilish gothic- she
the steeples-nipples of church
in Italy, and stomach-canvas..
do you wish, I will write on it
with my tongue.. for.e.ver..

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