Post by 33 on Apr 8, 2018 5:37:20 GMT -5
may the hoselings and the ventricle-factories be blessed
by your touch, applehouse, and may they turn to gold
by your breath, and beneath the soft, pulsating gleam
of your tongue may they feel warm and safe,
and may they feel well-defined within the folds
of your garments -- lest they meet your entrails, and then
your applehousian stare will be cold and empty,
watching from a dark place where nothing ever grows.
by your touch, applehouse, and may they turn to gold
by your breath, and beneath the soft, pulsating gleam
of your tongue may they feel warm and safe,
and may they feel well-defined within the folds
of your garments -- lest they meet your entrails, and then
your applehousian stare will be cold and empty,
watching from a dark place where nothing ever grows.
