(Opera Michele Pumpkin, sweet gaze )
Nude
over brambles of sweetness
carnato
stripped of reason to shoot
frothing blood
between the vapors of your heart swelling
the streets in the city plagued
,
or cheek of the moon,
between fires in the suburbs
and reels hung from the lampposts
crossroads of leaves and delightful puppets
the misty light of my bedside jour
behind the shutter time
pesto darkness of my faithless love
perhaps love.
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