"God"
You collect at the back of my throat, andyour body names mine in the dark, Make me bleed like a girl, something pitch black that you fumble within, The night is so big, and your face in the light of the television: That, that must be what God looks like.
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I am a shortform and free-verse poet. I aim to capture moments, and the feeling in such moments, with images using words. I'm also, funnily enough, a photographer: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kingdavidphotography/
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