I
Rosemary
Peeling back the layer,
reaching into my pain.
Bleeding at the touch,
and seeping through with tears.
Relishing such agony,
I'm luscious and alive.
Writhing in ecstasy,
I await your penetrations.
Blood flows from my lips,
onto these pages.
Staining white with black,
you adore this outpouring.
Christened poetry,
and laid to rest with hate,
my children are all stillborn,
and shall take my name.
II
Sage
Forever unto me you sing,
my songbird,...
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