Broken Glass Raindrop Sonata
we once rode together
sipping sherry sweet angel skin
fabled silken locks staving off
dream’s killing wind
no idea of our value
as we lay treachery’s faint skidmark
on the ice fronting
dreamboat market
gyrating dark stars
stunned stone sapphires strewn across howling
midnight meadows
petulant organ grinder was I
churning melodies sublime
all the while counting orgasms like shooting stars
knowing we donned
tresures from afar
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