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A whirlwind boy with
golden eyes
Arms covered in
golden down
Blue veins branch
down thick forearms
I lick his neck
drag him by the nape into
the lip of my orchid
A whirlwind boy disappears
and I mourn
rifle through memories
Youthful hope
now settled
Buried
Waiting for the earth
to compost
the spirit
Reborn