love the girl whose thighs love stars
some nights she feeds your sighs
some nights she brings you mars
and on her brow drop shredded things
and silver dust through keyhole wings
she is the rain-filled girl
with planets in her eyes
they match the southern cross
they torment her with goodbyes
she gathers them in orbs that wreathe to bloom the truth
and through your veins they thread
they re-invent your youth
and on her brow drop shredded things
and silver dust through keyhole wings
she is the girl with tongue of cloud
that takes you high removes your shroud
and she passes silver linings
that she no longer needs
there is so much more of you
on which she yearns to feed
and on her brow drop shredded things
and silver dust through keyhole wings
her thighs love stars
her eyes cry suns
that burn the sea by day
while planets weep she hungers deeply
for you to swim her milky way
and on her brow drop shredded things
and silver dust fills keyhole wings
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i love this poem for her strengths and weaknesses, very much all of her, nothing of her
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
