moon is floating
on black woman
in a mine of light
people are mining
prayerful touches
drunken chronicler
writes history of skin
that lives outside
in the night
there is something dark
like strong wine
blocks of thick sky
crushing pines and skulls
to be alive enough
to feel the touch
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Author:
Sviatoslav Zhabotynskyi (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2024 01:40
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