Of Courtyards
by Mark Navarro
o luscious lumienent
o luscious lumienent
day: i reap thy love
and thy life
from my own sweet
adoration which you
take on with inner strife
placed upon thy head
and raised upon a throne
carried into light—
sweeping as we roam
to bury the chillings in mine bones.
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