i recall her kitchen walls opened to moonlight halls, and her lips would tease apart the questions on my mind. a last word before you die? do we share the holy rites? more clara bow than doris day i want that acrobat frame. the shadow over me is ten feet high and carries me onto the grave. but where you run is where i follow. i'm drifting further now, into the dirt. wherein the junipers would hide me from her sight. hesperian fruit, under her fingernails. i'm always the one to crawl when she won't but I feel love. i saw you in a feature with a flower in your hair, i dreamed the million happy years we'd share.
released July 14, 2012
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