Girl Words


There is velvet
On my tongue
Soft
Sweet
Petals
Settle
On this pink
And sink deep
And she keeps breathing
She weeps, pleading
She becomes one liquid listless piece
She seeks, needing
For the bright breaking light to shatter
Behind tight closed lids
She lifts, she gives, she lives for this
Perfectly timed death against
These lips

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