Saturday, September 24, 2011

burning

when we burn
within our own passion,
no traces do remain-
no scent of sin, or sacrament

be told to common  lords
or ladies leaping neath the green
as the stories we once slept with

have become just one
tier in the infinitude of caked stars
plastered upon the heavens
k
 Kate Lamberg
9/24/11

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