In the shadow of your marble skin
Stained in satin sheen
I recall the Paris spleen
Defilement the only caress I bring
Wanting to love every part of you
As I reach out
My hands are maggots beneath
A gently gilded sun
I unfold rot
Birthing your
pubic fruit
floral mounds as Apollo’s wreath
adorned in thorns. cherry picked
stains are swallowed from your forehead
while the gashes deepen we both weep
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