Erotic PoetryAnalogyThe concrete rises
to meet her face
To kiss the fool
who thought she could fly
With such a weight as yours
on her back
And whispers of a love
no more than a corporeal need
I M P A C T
It splits her open
Shaving her insides
and leaving fragments
embedded and burning
Not a mortal plunge
but scars remain
Wiping away the last trace
of her pure form
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