Like zombie petals she falls.
The dirt opens up its arms
And swallows her into its pit.
Pink fleshy porcelain dolls
With cracked cheeks and sweaters un-knit.
Plummet the sky while he's knelt on his knees
She's in a disguise, delicate disease.
She wears frayed lace and burns his skin numb
When she lands on his tongue
Like carved droplets of cum.
He soaks in the nectar of a poisoned past
And her sharp edges melt alarmingly fast.
Sucking the ruby from his cheeks
The venom so bitter, begins to leak.
Swirls that curl like ringlets of hair
Like scarlet in dreams
Like ripped up seams
(from her lips).
Then from his pores the flowers did grow
Blushing peonies and lilies of snow
Candy syrup and honey dipped hearts
Done up in bows like twirling rainbows
Created a garden of destined fantasy.
Held together by intertwined fingers.
Held forever by a gaze which lingers.
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