You darkened the beauty
with that cold wine
and I watched it spill
across my heart
pulling it tight
the lock was made
and you fastened the
door
my roses at your feet,
crushed
stains upon your
fingertips
I know the truth, it is
written above
yet still I tried to
dance
that awkward dance of
love
that crucifying desire
and still the moon, and
still the moon
opens her milk to the
vastness of sky
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