Small love:
Black as the night and silent
Adroit limbs and body
Moving; twisting,
Into abeyance
Where the trees stiffen and tongues
Twitched. Ceaselessly,
Carried by the invisible current.
And the innocuous heart
Bleeds itself out in
An eclipse where
It shrivels and withers
Among empty plates and upturned
Saucers, huge as the Mad Hatter's
Flamboyant hat; yet still
Irrevocably, alone.
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