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The Web Poetry Corner - Crystal Dawn Allen - the taste of green things

the taste of green things

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

I am sacrificed to this impossible Snowy Adonis, naked and hiding within scented scriptures

I have a taste for roses, violent and scarlet, bleeding over the black and white of birches in the bare earth

(oh spring, I am soaked with virgin kisses)

into the tender bark

crawling like fire

shred my stars, shed my scars

and i will pour into the wounds, bleeding backwards, offering up my sunset blood

This is the taste of green things

and holy thought at full force

I remember how his eyes glowed with desire, and how the dawn was steaming in his absense, and the wind was haunting, and I could taste every ash from every fire in his head, expressing

all rage

all desire

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