Our tongues across hourglass

the shards and size alike

razor clouds slice the breath

angel scissors and fairy knuckles

most lips out of cherub descent

bring moist seconds red to our lips

She is like the poison verb spreading beneath

my chest is illuminated with the cancer theif

whether cosmic stride or warm inside

she was my saliva to wet the glide

have you pictured the eyes of tragedy

framed below a mousetrap anarchy

these dull mannequin sequences

in dreams it seems

bestow upon me my bride of ashes

we wed at dawn

with breeze she's gone

until another swarm of flames brings her back to formula

and in my palms to throw in eyes

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