Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

July 17, 2010

Black hemp

Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 11:39 am

This rope has a story. I impetuously crossed the bay bridge, corseted from a night of clubbing, to fill two minutes of my lover’s time. He handed me a braided length of hemp, a black rope thick with the scent of night: From your dark brother.


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