Sunday, August 12

Art poetry 3


Aching dark bleeding hooves racing
toward midnight hurdles
jumping
slicing stomachs -
birthing wild eagles into
the star lit night.
Grasping your brown grassing fields
of wide eyed summer
aching, bleeding desire
heart on heart
sister brother maker mine
shifting shaping loves liver.
Ageless summer night
glowing moon
silver bodies
swooning flesh soaked in
wanting longing love's arms.

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