the skinny of trees in your ethereal ~
silver-lake ~ halo-eyes
wake to look at yourself ~
~ frozen in the glass ~
your skin is being
searched ~ for nothing.
we wear your discord like a
brooch ~
like spell-dust.
& resting in the moment ~
soft breath ~
of birds: their pointy skulls ~ dipped in velvet ~
their black ~ gloss-fast wings ~ glow in portal layers ~
kissing
is ~ but ~ a ~ ghost
~ a cacophony of lust ~ a smoldering encore ~ une fois ~
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