I write too many love poems
For someone who's never tasted the flesh of Saint Valentine
Rotten people turned sweet with red ink
Candied hearts and powdered sugar
A ruse, I say
Love
I don't love them
I love that they make my words sound prettier
Daintier and fecund with passion
A passion encumbered by larvae
Stanzas taste richer when baptized in the guise of romance
Eve yearning for the apple
The blood of Romeo and Juliet
I let them eat
- ken m
02/10/22
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chrysanthemum kisses
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