/city-flirting; psyche-reaped and kissed
into a lushed womb where
coiling into my lap, she lay,
one wonders, infused
in makeshift blood humbly to orgasm,
whether it be design; tumored with mirth or flowers,
daring nightmare to dream,
whether it’s benign.
Psyche revived blotched with lies of prosody,
vignettes a quiet I haven’t seen
ignoring the roses, ignoring the A.D.
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Written for the 01/04/2022 dVerse poetics prompt.