there goes the sword again like second nature. truthfully love
would never stoop so low. the truth is she is beautiful, and so is she
and so is she. i will not be blinded by the green beast that makes beauty scarce to be safe.
i want to trust the roots of the heart, that live in you and i and
her and also her and also in her.
i want a love that cannot be lost, a love that turn knives into flowers and
flowers into honey. i wonder what i will do when love
comes home to me tomorrow,
ready to turn our bodies into that tangled mess again.
yes the mess we made is also beautiful, and so is hers and also hers
and also is hers.
i wonder what i will do when
i have traded my sword for sisters,
when you have forgiven the envy in me,
when i have tasted the endless stream from where all beauty is sourced,
when i have given the love placed in me
back to itself.
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