A season
of antiquity,
the marrow
of a long
thigh bone-
life
gnawed thin
by large
grey moths...
see how light
continues
to stray
through each
worm-eaten
portal,
(the exact point
at which desire
enters and exits
the body)
survives
its journey
long after
roaring wings
of nocturnal
insects
have fallen
quiet.
1 comment:
as if in prayer
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