A. cold kiss

Posted on June 15th, 2017 by AustinMilton in Love Poems
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A. cold kiss

Many months of moving sleep
In my small bed close to the rivalry brim
Careless fishes crosses their fingers
From the deep beds of the river
Tracy looked into my eyes
With a love that is no more alive
To follow madness
And to become pronouced.

Where is love the tiniest of rose,
Red with a consuming fires
Catching them hold
Remains in intoxicating love blow

How is love a foreign bead
Rums, opiates and spirits
How is you the heartless seed
The heartless spits

Love calls us to diner tonight
Yet your mind yatch afar
For now its plight
To be in love jar

© Austin Milton

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