Day 19. “as a tender morning crawls”

And oh I love

I love

I love

those eyes of ice

of yours

it pours

the gentle rain they cause

as we pause

as a tender morning crawls

the dawn unfolds

and we might push it out

you know, with mouths

unfolded, lips

disclosed and all these

months the songs,

the drops of doubts

like dots of blood we sucked

and sucked again

and tasted drank and

sucked again and

yes, my love

and oh I love

I love that ice of yours

and on this curse our course

as we disclose

as tender watery

blossoms of this rose.

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