Haruko ? - 29/06/18

Darkness blooming bruises 
on my breast. 
I can't leave my skin alone (bleed it - 
bobble it - 
between fingers, bitten 
again 
again 
again !) With exasperation. 
Passing helicopters, 
honey-bees, 
humming, "I've outgrown me". 
I've outgrown me. 
This is love poetry.

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I like that expression bobble it. Poem is quiet dark but with humores part. I like also end with no climax.