hands

hands

 

breaking

a living sunset

 

sing so red

flowed down

 

milk caress

honey kiss

 

my blind eyes see

but know

 

you’re disappearing

 

drift on a drumbeat

wing flutter

orgasmic tremolo

 

strike long

strum discrete

slide smooth

 

the stain remains

the smell

the scar

the achy jones

for that inexplicable

slice of candied revery

 

orphaned

by your quiet

exit

 

lost in selfish

piles of swarming

puzzle pieces

 

searching

this muted nightmare

storm

for those

gently abusive

ghostly silent

 

hands

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[Kenneth The Poet]

You are a master of avant-garde imagery.

[Robin]

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