bleed me your magic passings

by blake ellington larson

we’ll let your little fallacy mean more

by wood carved less

we’re loosely filling in where knots go

untangling heart throbs that deaden

there is no full moon where you take me

all childlike glamour aside
your iron vest is pearled

your honor like an avalanche
drifts from you to me

and not the other way around

(2007)

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