Satin lips

Spitting pins

Silken tongue

Slipping lies

 

Organza eyes

Veiled with

Oiled Feathers

 

Fur balls

In the back of your throat

Wilted words

Tumbling from

From your funeral pipes

 

Words reflect

The workings

Of your brain

 

You project

Your pain

Urging me to soak

It in

 

Sweet peas

Lose their scent

Roses fade

Insignificant

Becomes

Significant

 

Pearls roll

Off my tongue

You push them back

Replace them

With your own

 

The tigers

Wear orchids

Around their necks

You’d prefer

A chain.

 

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