Strange Bright Things
Friday, January 6, 2017
You make me hard
Pressed to go about my day
Want to pin you to the wall
Like a thangka,
Still wet when you touch it
Made for the altar
Meant to be worshipped
(In a way)
Like the View
From my knees
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