the friction

 

mist—
the empire
boundary of
two souls

just acquiesced
in a solid proximity
of human blaze

brisk—
baffling and
picking the skins
upon skins
of thousand sins

the friction
nags them both

 

2009

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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