Angel of Dirt

…and earth

i slept in the arms of the earth
in the days that passed
and i’ll sleep with my ear
to the heart of the earth

my days have numbers
but the numbers say nothing
and my hours spend themselves
intoxicating the hours after

leave me alone to wallow
i want to be left alone
the smell and stench of disastre
will guide my plans henceforth

i reach my hands within you
in this darkest night of lust
when the mythical beast descends
and raises my back under your breast

i move around within you
and succumb to heightened sense
there is only so much reality
so much real the mind can feel

and i will crest the wave
of smashed brown earth
in these days that pass
to lay within your heart once more


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