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honey crisp.
how much a man
how such a man
is measured by his worth
caked burning bone
turning on a spit
"We are all broken"
he smiled sadly.
cupping my chin
in his gruff hand.
Longing to kiss him
on every inch of his
beatific eyelids
staining them "raisin plum".
Instead he locked my arms
against my chest as if
prompting me to
protect myself.
From what?
That I will never be quite sure.
Maybe from him?
Maybe he was preserving
the little dignity I has left?
But there are instants that are
instantaneous leaving us
to course and pump
eachother's poison through
our veins.
