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Petals

Petals

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I stole the dew

From moist breath,

On tinsel nights

In copper bowls.

 

I inlaid the drops,

On rich roses,

With the spicy fear

Of a royal jeweller.

 

I cut my knee,

My prostate romance

The pilfered dreams

Of holy men.

 

Throw my petals

In ancient gutters,

My love for you

Is archaeology.


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