the earth lay fresh
i stepped into it
let it strip me down,
clay incensed
Tag: sacred
The roses arrived on fire, tips burnt out sunset mirrors.
I am read, opened like a diary
At the threshold
they turn me,
Him already there,
waiting.
the earth lay fresh
i stepped into it
let it strip me down,
clay incensed
The roses arrived on fire, tips burnt out sunset mirrors.
I am read, opened like a diary
At the threshold
they turn me,
Him already there,
waiting.
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