you
strike a pose just like a rose that’s fighting off the weeds
the
claws come out in thorny stems which make the fingers bleed
venus
fly trap i close the gap my fingers on your face
with
words your defense i unwrap in effort to erase
“all
of my lyrics linger in your laughing lissome lines
to
trace them with my fingers is like touching the divine
the
other men that you let in then learned they were a lie
could
not perceive what i can see but let me simplify
my
first thought in the morning is the beauty you possess
i
offer this with words and kiss against all you protest
the
beauty of your person radiates in flesh and heart
creation
was flirtatious and made you a work of art”
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