Dangerous,
is a scent
spreading deep
takes breath,
away
in silence.
Her perfume,
is an insane
mystery.
Man feels himself,wanting morethan smell—the needto taste,taste.Her petalsin his mouth,pulling loose.He plucks heroff,facing her face,just wilted from fusion.Coming,only at nightthe full moon.
She,
is tense—is
absent assurance,
what the event
means.
He looks at,thinks by herin morning.
Dawn,
is the violence of
her beauty
made whole
in the bright light.
So kind to her,lying surrounded by world.
Sleeping beauty,
is unconcerned
in silence
how it sounds
falling away.
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