C R E P U S C U L E
with hair
so silk-like
nun's habit
behind arras
of a cult
till my thighs
are steeped in
burning flowers
Shall enter [my]
fingers of smooth
mastery with ebony
eyes.
:: 06-11-2016 ::
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