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Ode to Her Eyes

Feathered petals drizzled over green tangles of sharpened knives
Slithering up from the cool, earthy floor
She sits waiting; daring anyone to come closer
To smell her sweet venomous fragrance
Hoping you’ll gaze lovingly into her eyes
Heed my warning; keep your guard up
For she will capture and urge you to take her emerald stem in hand
Only then you’ll find your skin pierced
Your blood being sipped into her already dark petals
How striking it is to see…
Innocent structure standing tall
Whispering sweet nothings
She earns more encores than Shakespeare himself
For poetry lives within her soul and stirs deep within her eyes
Keeping our wild romances at bay
An angelic demon that brings us closer to pain
Further from love…
Her contradicting grace.





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