it is with ease,
and light,
slight distortion,
you color her,
with your mind,
beauty betrays you.
we could have
...
with love..
..gone away
further..
..cascaded
...
intimate with rage,
beauty to shadow,
permanent ink
on the sulfured bell flower.
how you despised
any constancy
with eros,
how afraid and fragile,
in the form of love,
you become hollow.
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