Choice

I am a tomb
Yes
Writhing with
What crawls through
Tainted histories
Half exposed bone
Wild roses grown
Forgotten
All heavy with hips
And thorns
So you will chase
Splendorous flesh
Bloom and thunder
Summer colors
Red and Gold
Pull their
Bodies over yours
Like sultry sunsets
Swollen with
Laughter sweet and pure
Demure comforts
Diminutive but whole
And behind each
Pair of eyes
You’ll find
Empty room
After empty
Room

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