ira writes

a shame

we can unfold this grey blanket
and wrap it around our bodies
as we make love to ideas
and fuck ideologies

perhaps we can hide in here
beneath the wings of our thoughts
as they caress and stimulate our skin
while providing the comfort of the night
for darkness is not immorality
but rather the shade of the doorway
to righteousness

let me whisper into your lungs
while alveoli absorb the pennies
and convert them to lovers on gondolas
who will forever sing and paddle
and create ripples in your limbs
to push them around me

we work vibrationally said the herbalist
free of the constraints of constructions
for while we lie in the palms of the devil
we create god

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