2 november 2016
Flirting
Half-mooned I have left the envy.
The basic instinct of lesser love
for my failing god.
Come to me, my cloaked enemy,
a sweet lover of pain
in the milky hours.
Mother of seeds was far away
and you wanted to suck on the
pollen from the wings of honeybees.
Soft and cruel, I cannot leave you
nor I can abandon the post.
The war cry was coming nearer.
Was it a virginal drink to –
placate the lips of a flame?
Time will never know the ultimate.
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