kite flying day

frost.frost.oh,winter chill.
the river flows but the lake is still.
frosty sky.frosted earth.
i sail like a kite through breath and skin
*shiver*
all day all d ay all da y



till i have reached the last inch of her flailing warm shawl
and tugged it off.

nude weather.

i replace her snow-white with my worn-out black coat
she is smothered
goddess of the dark
her body glimmering
with the stars in the sky

now night is here and i sail tired.
wanting.hungering.pining.thirsting
to be stopped in the path
to be obstructed
and ravenously torn apart
in my lover's possessive clutch


alas









blinded by dark he lies;in deep,deep slumber;away,dreaming about goddesses of other worlds.fighting his demons with zen-posture.aspiring buddha,he.
never,ever
thus,will he find me
oh how oh how i have become weary
and how punished i feel to be so free





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