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winter waitedWinter was waiting for us to meet
As he did, he laughed at the snow on my feet
We talked for days on the white lace ground, he told me
from his beauty it was sadness he had found
He said 'it's always quiet and always cold
this is no way to live or so I've been told
and when you live forever, when do you get old.'
I told him 'but the rain in spring it is black and thick
Like the tar in my lungs, and mascara tears'
He said 'I'd rather rain mascara tears
than be alone for another 'thousand years.
'I pine for a forest where the trees are green
'and the birds they sing'
I said 'I like it here in the quiet and peace'
The rain in spring it is black and thick
Like the tar in my lungs, and mascara tears
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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