Peony

at this hour your petals could annihilate me
if they so wished

you have already pierced the soul of my eyes
you draw pain out slowly, as one draws blood

I imagine you the stained violence
the vague sweetness

pink and eager-lipped
clasping secrets to the stamen

your modified leaves
like forests of rolled tongues

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