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Dark Is At My Elbow

Tags: dark, love

Dark is at my elbow pushing life aside 
as I play hermit to my verses
loosening screws to your inner sanctum
in the silence of the dripping tallow
and the moth's fanning wings  
of my mind's chimney sweep
in death's game of Tic-Tac-Toe
of your breath marking the spot
and your blood's lactation
today's marrow, tomorrow's stone
and pale crocus of pussy willow bones
of sweet nectar for my tongue
deep in the heart of my fictitious

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