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Mar. 29th, 2004 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burnunitI am I, America, the bird set free from its own poison breath
the white paleness of a swan's heart set fire at the endless spanse of open seas of grass and black skies filled to the brim with light light light
you and me, America, our own sweet dreams of flight, our tastes for blood
bent in the light
fretted like enormous strings curled into the arms of the future and salted by her lips
I and You wrapped into fathers' arms, mother forgotten
fogged over by our own body heat
smacked by kisses shaped like hearts and the smell of sweat
I and I, country, the musked sticky memory of your life, frankincense and myrrh stirred to anoint the air with your lust
and crown me crown me crown me
the white paleness of a swan's heart set fire at the endless spanse of open seas of grass and black skies filled to the brim with light light light
you and me, America, our own sweet dreams of flight, our tastes for blood
bent in the light
fretted like enormous strings curled into the arms of the future and salted by her lips
I and You wrapped into fathers' arms, mother forgotten
fogged over by our own body heat
smacked by kisses shaped like hearts and the smell of sweat
I and I, country, the musked sticky memory of your life, frankincense and myrrh stirred to anoint the air with your lust
and crown me crown me crown me