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.