Maresal Musca

Woman’s grace






The procession of your laughter merged
in a reactionary delight with my will,
forcing the birth of a chest that could have housed us.
I was sipping from your sound sparks
the elaborate taste of the earth
and I would have taken your contents
in brutal protests throughout
all my ramifications so
I would gracefully rape you in the slum of my heart.

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