Her Spadix

Like the tongue of the charities and the body of the sisters

You count your berries and fall to the grass

You are something special, something that scorches her within me

The black juice penetrates and spoils the emerald

I await something like you 

Something to come and confuse and ridicule me

To lampoon me until my seeds hit the rock 

I cannot touch you, I cannot hold you 

You are merely an idea, an idea that puts my sanity in jeopardy 

Their disgust pierces the air, my air 

To think, that this could have ever occurred to someone as radiant as me, 

And right under my nose 

Stop taunting me                                             God, 

And even in the rouge            you try

Your river calls out to me 

The endless fields of white calla lilies tainted with the blood of his

Her spadix creeps out from below with tinges of mine

Your spadix

You came and I was crazy for you

And you cooled my mind that burned with longing

But it is you who is crazy for me 

You seize me, my head is running down the sand

You try and manipulate me

Coerce my fingertips to warp and shatter 

I feel naked and vulnerable 

But nothing stops you, nor do the pools of blood

You try and love me 

Compel my lips to wet your wrists 

Purity, vivacious, seraphim 

Do not stop, I beg of you, let this moment last

But you came and I was crazy for you 

You came and I was crazy for you 

Do return 

Return when I am finally ready for your spathe

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