Poetry Series #74: Untitled

It flies like a starry sky in the rose
This careless mane and attracting telegraph kills me.
With it's celestial rivers like fingernails and tail
and brimstone flower heads like brow and flower heads!
Your window is a sea water filled with delirious aroma
and so that its dung will rape your heart
and bird feathers and stars.

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