Watch me walk,
a Spanish Grandee,
with teeth white as
impossibility.
Hearts curl in heat
like a foetus,
to fulfill the Sun
beating us.
We stride
noble and proud,
with ebon sheen,
Arabian.
Don't cry, yet stay.
Stare longingly
into the womb
wasting you.
1 comment:
This write weeps beautifully.
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