whereupon
your eyes land,
My love, I'll plant wildflowers,
Purple, orange, white, and
The colour of blood
In your arterial wirings,
you,
my mortal sins crave.
They:
Radiate from the underbelly
Of phrases untold
Until pulsations shake
The very foundations
Of
everness;
And I taste its
Echo in your
Beating heart.
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