i wear your heartstrings in a lover’s knot
around my wrist—pulse point to pulse,
flesh and its answer.
[this is wrecked devotion, the savage face
of desire. venus smiles, sphinx-like,
hiding the blood in her teeth
the philter in her palm. nike hails her.]
i tore up the slope of your spine, planted green willow.
your heartstrings bleed.
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