Tuesday, June 26, 2018



by Magus

These wounds open and tender
They reveal your face to me
Into the chalice of my arms
The blood of your suffering flows free

It's a mild mannered possession;
This waiting for the rain
Encumbered by its spell and
Groggy in the slumbering delay

A scrap of ribbon fallen
From a lover’s hair
Found by the boots of boredom
Lament for things not yet dead

A piece of my soul floats there
Down in the puddle below
Somewhere in a watch pocket
An insane notion explodes

by Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell)


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Kevin Trent Boswell


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