Sunday, September 26, 2010


We pooled anxieties in a smallish corner of the dwindling festivities
our lucidity more deeply pronounced by the rain-drunk backdrop,
the Icarus words fell feathery from our mouths
each kiss pulling closer to the sun,
in small moments of cloudy purple afterglow
the danger ripped us past out nervousness
and we made savage whispers in the strangeness of the night.

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