as night you will climb the skieswhispering disembodied winds
will lap your gaunt skull
as a foetus you will banish the first groping hands
your arms supine sharing my bed...a bed perhaps a womb...a coffin..
where nocturnal rites make noise like the first gravel.
your cry carrying the first flood at the larynx of dawn.
2 comments:
a humane way of expressing departure :)
it was actually about love making..lol, i was 17 just finding out my own sexuality...
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