Blending Day and Night
by Folly· from For My Friends
slave your slumber, it is ruin in miles. holding her blank like memory. i saddle illusion and i burn delusion. they were always one. flint is a root, the type of wrath in your smoke. i burn like one pawn. seeking taste in imagery, i only truly gain slumber as you enslave me. if we never have light to borrow, let us cry like the fall. when sleep only notes this tuition, stack naked one will. writing a formal love in her, graduate from better humanities. why the night must always sing, yet above every sound is you. more water... love above morning beauty than a watch... she never asks, she swims to me. GIVE US SKIN . SEPERATE . ELABORATE . POETRY.
blue goddess, i manipulate this full finger. will this open you? sense this timid structure, this hard chain of magnetic white. Will this open you?