Set of Modern Poems
I
When we touch the falling water
We song with the laughing moon
Soft! a step over bridge stones,
The dirt road after ruins.
II
Open for lunch, hanging sign
desperate for attraction. Each night I
an too solid, the dark
figure beside your bed
waiting to eat your sins.
III
The world dulled grey, your
touch
martian colours
cold fire trailing.
IV
in times before this
rain soaked and bright-grinned
we could forget our names
open up spectral veins and write
right before the rains came up
from hollows in the earth.
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