I searched your moors, the wound
of your dreams dashing blind love, I rushed
the silence of the private
drink your wine and your word.
Desire for you, land hunger bleakly
fertile
enlarged in echoes voices misleading
thirst of kissing the mouth of your absence.
My eyes, rendered gentleness, warm nest
boned limbs,
tomb for chance, for desire, black sky wolf
evanescent.
you find in the fingertips,
in breathing deep and silky in the venom
sober death leaves the skin
inert tonight.
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