he sat, in a wisplike breath living the recurrence of broken glass panes his hair brushed to imperfection bodily sinews bled of want the wings of his sleep wrinkled around the phantom of my broken ship his eyes were but hidden real, like gemstones caught in carves, shapes and skin I've watched him untying his venous knots to hunger inside the stories of labia cuts
stolen kisses around the doorway to my darkness of forever knobs were caught rusting by the sun. I've dressed in a tale and buttoned up Venus dreaming. His smile, repeated in me an old gramophone cracking the grass still moving the forgotten night where sheer white curtains bled his breath I've loved and loved the eyes and his dried sweat till he was a slave, a god, and the Adonis undone.
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Adonis Undone by Saberi Roy