whitetail

four million years moving through this hidden place
deep in your blood knowing it by heart
it has always been yours but now I share your secretsyou are everywhere these barren days
sex-crazed leaving traces on hard ground
on trees
making mistakes

showing yourself is your fatal flaw
you’re giving yourself away and you don’t know that
you cannot help yourself
I understand this behavior in my own flawed heart

sensing me in your space
I sense you in mine
we both will be dying here

But you are more beautiful
and this is why
you will be the first to die

“whitetail” – Tullio – 2013

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