Connect the dots..
In a barrel
full of flowers,
Roses, ever-changing
Beating with the stillness of our hearts.
Supple breasts -
a mountain of a montage,
Your body is a pillow,
and mine a protector,
Ever-growing,
even as I fall
Through the valley of the unknown..
*
*
Bruises fade on the butterfly,
Her wings hold her kisses
and her tears,
(cherish every drop -
fly into your fears.)
‘Cos in the end
we come back,
Arched
by pain
and filled
with love.
*
*
Now
see the teeth, as
they fall
from above..
A mirrored image
cast in stone.
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