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The Merit Of Looks
The Merit Of Looks
By your scalpel’s edge I could beg
sew back up this waste of skin
just let sag
wires gray
stray
addled head couldn’t conceive romance
with other dead in decay
vibrant red, a dream lifetimes away.
Vitals encased restrain swoon
when your lovely bodice brushes soft fibers
In our shared room.
Using mirrors, I take account
how you deploy your gaze,
consider this shadowed figure,
unintended mystery.
Maybe posture, lack of return,
I notice your attention veers away,
as gray melds in black night
into a tumbler of colored ice
a man melting,
legs straddling a dead leather-top horse.
With surgical snips
and about 10k
would she be in my arms., anyway?
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