His Love was Thrashing 'Gainst her Heart
His love was thrashing 'gainst her heart,
then pulling back, releasing shards
of colored glass—erect like guards.
His love and hate displayed; like art.
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Perfumed Sunspot
The alley boys had asked if I
had tasted June's perfumed sunspot.
I've gauged devotion only by
the nightly pecks of moonless sky.
His love was thrashing 'gainst her heart,
then pulling back, releasing shards
of colored glass—erect like guards.
His love and hate displayed; like art.
************************************
Perfumed Sunspot
The alley boys had asked if I
had tasted June's perfumed sunspot.
I've gauged devotion only by
the nightly pecks of moonless sky.
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