Saturday, August 17, 2013

Ode to Rust

Among the briar, I could rest,
My eyes held tightly shut.
So close against your sinking breast,
My heart starts to erupt. 

High above my head, your crown,
With gnarled branching thorns,
Weaves itself into my brow,
To feast on dreams unborn. 

Inhale my breath, exhale your fire.
The cave of ice slowly defrosts.
We throw our bodies on the pyre,
And find ourselves before we're lost. 


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