Semblant choristers sipping
café cups, bleached plastic beakers,
pestle passed for peals.
Puckered wayward childhood
;
slouching. A shift of November
sky sweeps calendrical, greets me
inappropriate, bangled, pierced
wide eyed and dishonest
;
of breath, of taste, of velvet,
my patient opiate love
sung through every medium,
silence shuffling preparation:
;
Peace be strong enough
When lone love is rough.
;
11th November 2012
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