mort mot juste

dezembro 27, 2012

i woke to dawn

i woke to dawn
thousands of indelible stains
i followed the patterns deciphered my
calves, my nails
the back of my knees
i  read along I would
I would like to please
I would please
as letters and symbols reset around my neck
I would like to see you, please, sometime

i woke to bitter shapes
and oddly shaped bitter flavors
wants of some dreaming state
we never quite reached
could we ever quite

maria 11:25 AM 0 vociferando estavam

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