Wordle #66

Week 66

With each poultice my heart intenerates

A messiah, a fistful of nettles tender with heat.

I burrow through tendons and well-laid bones

Prodding the depths of your generous soul.

The peroxide in my hair reeks of desperation

My gagging cleavage, my limitless legs

Eager for the heady musk of convergence.

Eager for substance despite vacuous means.