To think, that in your mindless
Blinking blindness
You could have --
Like the sharp grass
And the luminous blue sky
And the spiny binding branches,
The trailing tresses of a tree spirit --
You could have
Encompassed my heart:
How foolish.
What ghastly glory you must have felt
When pinching, squeezing
With your poisèd fingertips
You snipped
A bit of my bloody beating heart.
And said, as you lifted it
To your full round lips
And let your tongue dart out
For a mildly exhilarating taste:
‘I know this.’
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