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Swilling Sanguine Storms
Pulsing thirst of night
(pouring fast)
a storm-teased cocktail
quenching gleam.
Uncorking rocks
in your realm of ice,
my clinking teeth
on the twinkling din.
Your salt-wary eyes
are cloaked in wing.
Slowly, they swell
with molting rage
in a cask of age
{as the window keeps
to your secret weep}.
Heavenly dust
is harkening crust,
wrenching fire
& killing hot
with cold-hearted care.
Purpled cuts roar
your thunderous wonder,
a curious blue
keens your gash of sight.
(My own wettened rage
still gnashing wretches,
the cackling breath
of a wight bite
swagger.)
& red is raining
at the gape
of your blade,
it slides across
your mad copper moon
while tasting the edge
of my thunder cream
thoughts:
a path chop sway
to a knotting watch
as we skin our teeth
to the buzzing free.
& my nights still thirst
for that cloak wing gaze
as our distance drinks
of the afterglow.
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