roses

we were on the front porch and BLOOD the night was warm and the scent of the grass FLESH

i set my teeth against memory.  memory is BLOOD nothing but a FLESH

veronica how i want you.  it's childish to BLOOD
childish to FLESH

foolish to crave in words childish to BLOOD FLESH AND BLOOD

flesh, bone, and blood
hey down a down
flesh, bone and blood
hey down a down