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Within the Night

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Summary:
life is just a scott walker song

Word rubble and the corpses within 

I can no longer build temples from ruins 

 

Let me whisper snow from your hair 

massage the sun into your shoulders and back, 

turn every clock in this flat to interlude 

 

I care little that your past maybe skeletal 

bones between lovers will always rattle 

upon beach, where invitation is by name only  

my will heart will bleed, before it pleads 

 

Poetry passport will only travel me so far, 

did I ever tell you 

that I just wish to fuck you? 

 

Within each night 

would you dare to hold me? 

Without the night

will teach me to love again?

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    1. There’s a beautiful tension here –between ruin and tenderness, poetry and flesh. It’s as if love is both the wreck and the rebuilding, the prayer and the profanity. “Poetry passport will only travel me so far” might be one of the truest lines I’ve read about desire’s limits. Beautifully penned, Rob!

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