What are you thinking, aster?
Lavender leather glove
Lies on the floor. Run faster,
Die never knowing love.
Harps in the coughing basement
Hide moving mellow tones.
Night's looking through the casement
Baring my collarbones.
Sudden electric sphygmus
Passes between the sands.
Violet clouds and Cygnus
Stay on my pallid hands.
Hand me this golden chalice
Filled with red poisoned wine.
Please let me drink your malice
At the collapsing shrine.
Lines of the broken pathos,
I am your sacral glyph.
Reach your beloved ethos
Pushing me off the cliff.
Golden Chalice
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