[ .at.night,we.bloom. ]
sounding pulls, like palms do, hands all over, every angle, as the siege begins, in the dark light, the night poised petals, flush with intensity, conical imprints, thumb prints, ever at the ready, all down the line, the grin and flash of teeth, knowing in their presence, as eyes do, eye up, all the near and nulling surfaces of skin,
pulls me closer still.
© Bryan McLean May 19, 2010
055/100:2
sounding pulls, like palms do, hands all over, every angle, as the siege begins, in the dark light, the night poised petals, flush with intensity, conical imprints, thumb prints, ever at the ready, all down the line, the grin and flash of teeth, knowing in their presence, as eyes do, eye up, all the near and nulling surfaces of skin,
pulls me closer still.
© Bryan McLean May 19, 2010
055/100:2
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