"in death we are one"
dainty steps
on the sharp points
of wrought iron gates.
wings of stone angles beating
my black heart to the sky.
hold my hand as I fall
into you
and cradle my head
twisting your ivy fingers
through my hair
your arms like a tomb
hold me in sleep
as I drag you
chained
towards my endless rest
where I will keep you
as the sweetest dream.
for Edward West

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