xxvii. infect
infect me with the dart of your venomous gaze
plague me with your sweet orangey smile
i am begging you to torment me, nothing more harmonious than this sorrow
this, a ripple of life amidst chores excruciating
your presence the scent of pomegranate and myrtle.
i really like this poem btw
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