rarest
jewels
ripe
for
the
plunder
the
words
that
soothe
&
tear
asunder
we
pluck
pretty
gems
from
each
other’s
slumber
vows of
secrecy
delightfully
weaken me
seeping
from the
corners
of our
puckered
mouths
with
every
intent
at
circumspect
we
clasp
hands
& begin
the
descent
into
hallowed
grounds
of
echoes
&
bellows
&
disheveled
sounds
a void
created
by bellies
sated
in the
most
devious
of ways
long
are the
days
between
transgressions
long
are the
days
between
confessions
of shadowy
deeds
&
larceny
when
i filch
ure
heart
&
u shroud
the
key
Monday, October 19, 2009
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