Monday, September 09, 2013

secret hideaways of love

secret hideaways of love


birds covet
the seeds of the honey locust—
I let him
lay me down on the cold,
bitter ground

he pressed
against me, cock on cock—
I believed
we were all beautiful,
at least once

I'm done
with the malicious idea
of what's eternal—
it’s easy for me to look back
at what’s destroyed

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