Woke up under a starless blanket of endless sky
This late lazy Day of Love
Walked my shadow hand in hand to his school
Sent my hopes in a manila A4 express pack
Ate two slices of friendship
Drank a cup of lukewarm obligation
Shirtless
I sit listening to my digital brain sing
As I do twelve shirts of meditation
Today
Sitting in a couch of arms and legs
I'll be driven to my holding pen
Milked of my Anglo-Saxon
Then driven back
Hanging raw from my joint hook all the way
When I stumble home
My sun will already be sleeping
I'll crawl in beside him
Let his breath lullaby me
Out of this world
Until his rising
Draws me back
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