Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Sundered Men


Sundered Men


we watch the moon 
rise above us in autumn 
we lie together and 
sigh, or lie... we bend 
like question marks

we leave the page 
blotted with ink 
about unruly lovers
in spring we hang like tulips
and grin like orangutans

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