
braids are what provide
the allure, "and refuge"
is what you tell yourself
with arms over my shoulders
around my neck, you nuzzle close
and in wispy voice, whisper:
"i'm certain you will never
forget me, for my lips
are brands which outline
my name"
my beacon, by now i have
memorized every ruffle
of your likeness. besides
for astrals the universe
is archive
not one kiss has ever gone amiss
in the contours of their space
& i am confident, we are ...
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for astrals the universe is archive.
boom.
ha ha, gamefaced, yes, boom ... it's quite true ... no?
yes.
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