lair of lotus

 

full is her mouth this night,

which forthwith stands alone with reeds in hand

and lotus sprigs protruding still a scent undefined

and perfumed upon skins luring a lover still

born is it of her to such pleasantries waiting to be fulfilled

scorn her out loud and she’ll show you your trespasses

recorded fine in scripted silver, black pages spent their dexterity

within such spines, harpies break to spend

leathery shadows strip her core

and find new bliss in lips forlorn

 

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