Afraid We Are
such a beautiful fraud
I'm afraid this must be love,
Everything hurts too much to touch
So let go and scream your name
until the burning freeze numbs
away the pain,
dream your fingers lace upon my neck
satin whorls fretting notes of vertebrae
choking chords in bursts of blue,
sign my heart with a kiss/just on paper/in my blood
(songs are written every night)
for you
are,
and I and you
are
such beautiful frauds
afraid we are, in love...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2012-07-19 at 23:28
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