departing streetwise spectacles
corralling your big frontier eyes
serpents drawing on the sandy shores
and that's no fools joke
and i know rottenly
and i know decay able
and i know what if
why not
what ever
mostly peaked
a main-line crown
to your verticals
inflicting a convex command
of our horizons
friction flaked bars encouraging
a firm grasping
tightened warmth sliding up
and down
hooked on a fiction
stunning arrivals
the scenic overlook
of melting membranes
and you were fostering flesh
arresting my absence
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