Saturday, August 1, 2009



i know the only thing to fear is love
itself
when you kiss me with the kisses of
your mouth and set your seal upon me
it makes youth a glamour and
glamour all rot, all gold coins
turned to fairy leaves and fickle
you tickle me with the breath
of your dangerous kiss and burn me
to ashes
to be young is not enough you
say and then
you make a burning ground so i am
born again

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