Saturday, 24 April 2010

Ballad Of The Serial Cranker

Collapse

having sprinted

having traced

the course

your fingers

counseled

spritely fervent

digging

ticklish

rising gasp

tugging at stale breaths

collated

a week ago today

they

cum

out my eyes


b

o

o

hoo

who

gallops 'cross my tongue

your name


my fingers aren’t the same.

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