Sunday, 22 December 2024

Away in a hunt

 


Kisses are hardly deaf from being kisses 

without the growl

beneath every kiss lies the bundle of rivers

and everything pass

the one who plot you beyond himself

like a silver fox puppy you are about to fall 

over in the grass.

 

I don't know if I've gotten over you

or if I just hid it away in a hunt

everything you could want from me

what more do I have to say.

 

Pointing to killer whales with all that points deaf 

cries from shadows

though I point to something swells like honors

will everything pass

the one who plot you beyond himself

like a silver fox puppy you are about to fall 

over in the grass.

 

I don’t know if I’ve gotten over you

or if I just hid it away in a hunt

everything you could want from me

what more do I have to say.








 

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