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Her scenic
shadows

that which
poets long

to pen on paper
the luscious mess

that becomes
her gilded ribbons

the wet icky glitter
that unspools

after her freefall
nectar of heaven

like how an
anemone is blessed

by the sea of its
imprint and grace

she murmurs
incantations

as her body
salutes to the drums
of a festive ritual

only heard by
witnesses
to her beauty

I watch
her morph

from bird
to panther

and woman
to goddess

and I ache
an ache I never
knew I could
ever ache

until she
turn my urges

into liquid
and drink me

whole until
my world

blurred
into

misted roses
licked by

the
night air.


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