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To know her body is to know
Death,
and where his lithe hands may
wander
But he speaks in a language
that is understood
Flowers withering into Earth’s palms,
the erotic rhythms of
ripening and decay,
the tender thrusts of the seasons
A frost encroaches upon bud and stem
/
Speaking in
bittersweet dialects
Tart remarks and honeyed tongues
Swallowed succulent seeds of three
That bore a fruit of
greed, lust, wrath
Until her bushel of roses
became a bramble of thorns
/
He bestowed her crude name,
taught the poetry of destruction
But she is nature’s voracious mouth.
a womb of carnage
where chaos waits
To hold him under
pomegranate persuasion
/
The amalgamation
of desolation and disorder
her true form
Gentle jade gave way to
carnivorous crimsons
Our marriage bed bloomed
into a garden of petulant poppies
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He ambles in archaic affection
Doting upon his derelict bride
who dominates his cold domain
He carved her out with obsidian
But she was already faceted a queen