the seed of the bosch pear sliced open reveals small demons. why? prompt from PG
That sweetness you want on your tongue
that touches the tip
in her drop
just for you
released
supped
will send you
Little demons leap from seeds
turn to birds inside your gut
poke the inside of your eye
with a sewing needle
In eternity
you climb a lonesome mast
trying to hold on
feeling a slip in your grip
but no slake of desire
of your thirst
for the sweet
just a drop
once more
hold on
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