The absent sun
The time in the room got so exhausted
I try to nail
the absent sun
your heart's architecture pensive history
and the voice between the arms-me crouching
to change the tender linen of dawn
from the parallel window of sky
with seconds dropped down
on the tired memories of the thighs
unthread you spider's thread off the green door's atoms
vanish to unseen places over
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Published on e-Stories.org on 04/19/2010.