Thursday, September 22, 2016

Return of the Beaten Valentine

I said come on rain
But first the body smell
The wet foxy odor of it
Swept through this hell
And then shy drops
Darkened the wall
Like the slow approach
Of the beaten animal itself
So much light here
Tears us out of ourselves
But with the rain we remember
To come back to the ground
We fall right down on it
Like the body of a lover

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