Unassailable Purity
An empiricist gem,
cut many ways; lives
in my dangling essence,
draped over my soul.
The why— their hearts'
squeeze marks it up—
while frisking for
a scar that's recent.
With the burned replica
of my fingerprints,
certain of the exact
tone of my homage—
sheds still no heated hate
falling for you.
Bloomings grow in our
depth— acquiesce. Never
with their Nature
connected— left,
I am all my own
gentle power.
A pristine purity is all
that can assail my lips
shut its afflictions of lust.
Though I don't pledge her,
the moon catches my real
gleam different times.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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