Distant steels skating down
My Forged fingers
Thawing down my
Decided erecting.
Off my back your clean
Will disappear and
My reflection will
Creep up and dine with
Our new smiling limbs;
Loosened smiles.
Because you came with
Tomorrow and brought
Morning bleeding
Stars;
Fresh breathes of
Skins.
Pregnant clouds
Will lapse our kissing
And the teethe behind our fear
Will close humble and
Far.
I am yours
I am yours in us.
We are the forbidden
History.
