Plate is dead white
with a two headed lizard
sharing cockroaches.
Cockroaches without
visible antennas
are no different.
They are swarming in at will,
growing in its belly.
We like day-roaming near the
innocent mouth
of our own doom.
We prefer sticking
to the tongue
that devours us.
We say, we must get chewed
for a new life.
Two mouths fighting over
a same liking
is seldom seen as love.
The lizard is maturing,
growing in size.
Those two heads are
called beautiful
but seen as the ferocity
of a ferocious need.
Two separate heads
are always seen as such.
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