My Welcomed Adversaries

I loved you once.
A time that grew
From the simmering earth
Of my solitude.

Then, in the folds,
Of our ordinariness,
I moved from scents
of what we knew
On our morning sheets,
Bloodless deserts
To my August vines
Of supple thighs
And nameless palms,
These, my welcomed

















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