Saturday, January 2, 2010

a kiss and then

in a moment it seems
it all whirls around me
like Alice's house of cards

all the beautiful faces I
love, have loved, will love, could love
a zoetrope around me, spinning

i'm warm, bathed in love,
washed in the beauty of it all

and yet I hunger, want a biteto taste
each apple, to collect
more, scalps of lust and hair and blood

to line my trophy case, and when
I am alone, I will roll in this and

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