Saturday, September 01, 2007


he wants
a white bird
a sky
a meadow
he wants
a blood bath
a woman
who will agree
to the gash
to the fold
and you agreed
you wrapped
your own wounds
stuck the cut
in salt
bled some more
because when he is
the night
he is like
you tremble
alone on the dog
while he hunts
with your hair
wrapped like pearls
around his knife
the blood
of a thousand
animals fresh
on his tongue
he wants
a woman
who's not a woman
something else
a poison
a spoil
and you
like so much
sweet fruit
lay waiting
on the table


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