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obligatory-decomposition · 2 years

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„Let me gift you violets, my love,

A purple of highest monarchy—

A thaumaturgic Gutting of your senses

in the petal-scented beds of Aphrodite.

Let me gift you sweet-figs, my sun,

A sticky sweetness as that of you—

Let me dig into the Depth, honey-dripped walls,

taste, with reverence, of intoxicating Dew.

Let me gift you fine lyres, my heart,

A golden-gilded valley of string—

To pluck and elicit Desire of you,

observe you, see how under my fingers you Sing.”

A poem from a collection I will probably never publish. Inspired by the works of Rupi Kaur and Emily Dickinson.

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