of love's planet,
two hands
on a wheel of snakes,
lights flying
through the glass tone
of oiled bodies,
curbstones ripped
by a hailstorm
of giant diamonds,
dog's faces looking
longingly at troughs of meat
they will never touch.
You are the clutch
of fragrant matter
flowers in a basket
twitching with fresh cut life
like my frayed
and radiant veins.
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