Bonjour my sweet Daffodil
laying your head on my
chest, touching my encore…
“Bravo!”
Spilling the nectar
from your phantom soul
pressing your petals
against my flesh…
Touched by the band of gold
until I forget the scent of air
with your intoxicating decay
and the vows we took
on this canvas, called love…
Bonjour my sweet Daffodil
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There’s a sweetness here that bruises beautifully.
Thank you, Curly.