Peaches

Transgressive and fuel
and cruel

like mortal fluid
is fatal and beautiful.

Frank devours,
leaves her for dead.

Becomes a mission
to stay a live one.

Pores of opulence
like swans are feral.

Gardens call
anywhere at all.

Sounds flash down
the brutal balm.

Flows like a compost
incendiary.

Hothouse woke with crow
at dawn.

Suddenly suddenly
the day is strong.

Penetrates
a prickly affinity.

Sympathies
folly morose

deviant elements
of rain.

A downpours
invigorating consanguinity.

Drawers from raw
a sweal last saw

a crank in my head
begins to caw.

Seconds circling
whats lost to infinity.

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