FLOWERS SO SADLY WATERED
These lips so delicate have nothing
but trust that they will receive nothing
but love. By the time I found you,
that wasn’t enough, so you grew teeth,
and even though I loved you, as hard
as I loved you, so hard I bled
at your bite. We both wept
and drooped, you in fear
that none would ever love you,
and I in sorrow that you couldn’t
see through the stains.
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