Contrived you find a caress
In your dressing room,
Sad
It is only a bar of soap.
Slippery from the wet word go.
Fragrant as soap,
It is.
Terraces framed with wild roses
Not red, not yellow, not colorless.
See, how they tricked you with their
Beauty.
Somehow grown and manufactured both,
The beginning of sweet genetics.
Get behind the eyeball. See into the skin of the silken caress.
Belly up to the bar, now. Don’t flinch. Live on in sunken dreams.
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