Joss Uñac
Her bloodied mouth dances,
A posy in sunshine framed,
I do not know if she speaks
The truth or even a language
Sufficiently communicable
To my blind ears
But I would sit here
In these shadows inching
Toward the glint
Of her alpine teeth
Hoping to draw within
The sentiment behind
Her mutinous laughter.
She reclines
As a door opening
I scour her flesh,
Her heart
The scent like lavender
Smuggled in honey
If she exists
Than love must as well
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