I will write

About you in my pages

Of the honey and the stings of infidelity and lust.

Until you 

No longer leave thorns upon my velvet tongue.

These words I pour: not praise of your raindrop wings

No, oh no, anthophila.

This is me

On how to respect the mountains in my soul

Where you,

no longer soar.

This poem is about: 
My community


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