the fog and the crisp wind burnt soft noise
full of wine and moaning love
counting all the leftovers and sunday mornings
hundreds of orgasms, regrets and hair cuts
rare lonely kisses, broken promises
my tragic weepy woman's heart pours

this is a chaotic ache


....
oh soft san francisco mornings
when you wake up, turn
and pull me against you
back under blankets


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marpessa wraped her soft puppy body around Idas
tossed her maiden head into the trash with the sunset
apollo brought down to his knees
gods break the same as men
soft and secretly