Fencing, you said,
is a conversation
between two liars
The summer lays
a salty humid coat
upon the moleskin
diaries you've sewn
together over those
staves of pearl that
comprise your body
You show your lies,
so I show you mine
in rapt honesty, not
ever quite knowing
if the devil in these
details can will me
to reproach which
has been pierced
so very gingerly
into my chest
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wow you get old man lust AND the rare covetted emery poetry in one post, how lucky
happy halloween btw!!