Expire
I could not draw the bane
from her heaving breast,
coax the adder from the nest,
the winding sloth from the tree,
hanging indolently at rest
until she expires a final breath.
and doused the fickle flame.
How I wish I’d let the blood -
a razor’s nick might be enough,
out, out, all will flood
in sluicing seas the venom wash
and bear her far and above;
she might spark winning fires
and all around her to inspire.
But, beside the mirrored lake,
sucking in all that she can take
in thirsts never to be slaked,
solitary how the sunflower spins,
reaching eager for her twin,
certain space around her twists
in whirlpools she cannot resist.
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