a poet; give me insatiable love
The air deep is cold dust
Say, what is sacred to you?
Lost eyes in shadow mist
Remember the glint when you can
You were like a morning kiss
I made you into a real man many times.
I used to think about all the things I think you are.
Put you into boxes to hold you better. Turn you rotten.
You drink rubied blood
in hopes that you’ll become semi-precious one day,
and dazzle the fuck out of haughty girls,
who’ll want to wear you around