I’ve learned

the weight of experience

is best left


among the tiny blooms

along each single branch


these decorative clasps,

tied around my waist,

are no mistake –

I carry glabrous artifacts,

worn whipping ropes,

left behind from

my favorite pioneer


draped in colours of

aubergine and

rich carmine,

often found in the

aftermath when

examining past rituals,

I lift my fingertips

to eat from these tails


my love lies bleeding


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