dead poet society ↠ corin volturi

his eyes are framed with wildflower bruises
and he has the quaking knees to prove it.
you could wax poetry
like poe about his hands alone
his smile is your saving grace
a moonbeam stark against battered skin
how many times have you dreamt about
swallowing it whole?

cowardice doesn't make miracles
but you aren't ready to find out
whether your lips
are fatal, you wouldn't forgive
yourself if he was extinguished.
let me tell you a third secret, python
when you are absent
he looks too.

-magician (sj)

[part of the waking up giants series]

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