Year
From late night collapse of limes
rum lovers leap to death in each
others arms. Upon the sill they lean
resigned, dead calm revolving in a
yellow light. Neither fright nor anger
nor drunken joy calls them to this
moment but habit. Each morning
settles something and so they resolve
half asleep in the window to disturb
the air. With thickened tongues
they obediently fall bidden by
fire that is hidden in all alarms.
rum lovers leap to death in each
others arms. Upon the sill they lean
resigned, dead calm revolving in a
yellow light. Neither fright nor anger
nor drunken joy calls them to this
moment but habit. Each morning
settles something and so they resolve
half asleep in the window to disturb
the air. With thickened tongues
they obediently fall bidden by
fire that is hidden in all alarms.
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