Knee Bone Love

I am cold
Like dying mist
At the tail end
Of a stale rainbow

With trembling hands
I reach for something
Real in the depth
Of your pristine limbo

I found one
With truth
As crooked as
My laughing sorrow

So sweet between
Fatigued hope
And a broken
Halo

With dust gathering
Swirling, dancing
In those
Grieving eyes

The hushed
Promises now
Looking more sinful
Than a fatal vice

These midnight
Dreams, under
Covers of flames
From inferno

Are as cold
As the dying mist
At the tail end
Of a stale rainbow

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