she moves like scarlet oceans

blooming forth into sly july

smiles like fine jewelery

this is the edge of despair

a dozen words and a dozen sharp objects

slugs to salt, criminal to fault

sitting alone with yourself

you know the anxiety in appetite

her forward dancing me into trap doors

cutting myself on pieces of her allure

symmetry like lions in cool water

don't open this gift yet

the law the binds romance in night skies

trembling in the dark for this image

create me to destroy what's left of you

fragility in slow motion falling faster

shelter my despotic occurence

no meat for the open mouths

like clouds hanging over our embrace

just swallow me then

I've felt her once and never enough

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