the flowers are yours.
>
wrapped bloom
naked,
plucked ripe,
full,
stripped.
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to be virginal
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and honeyed
in tactile, close
. . eye’d
. . sensations
. . and warm, full
inhalations,
pressing close
>
between your breasts.
>
– Hoc Scripsi
>
I stayed up late for this one last night and I am not sure it was worth it. but there it is. – Jhon
the platitudes of willful resemblance 