Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Across the border - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4

Up north, our secret slow-burns,
an ice cube on bare skin,
all mine.
Open to
a long drag,
cigarette for effect.
You don't need to know
my spells are mild,
only to hold you.
Aid to the Beast,
cautiously incarnate,
this hiding place

is famished
for us.

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