milleniumman 🌟
2026-02-23 22:39 🇮🇪
Sacré Corps - A short poem.
Falter quivering on the edge,
Soft marble (featureless),
But warm, that smothered the windchill in hollow caverns (long ago).
Deep water flows over skin,
An ocean of candle wax,
The weight of thought (the honeyed weight of deference).
Falter quivering on the edge,
Soft marble (featureless),
But warm, that smothered the windchill in hollow caverns (long ago).
Deep water flows over skin,
An ocean of candle wax,
The weight of thought (the honeyed weight of deference).
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