Non-Erotic PoetryBeauty and its BeastSo now it's come to this:
some oxymoronic plastic tube
in a face mask that's not a recipe
leaves a desert upon your tongue
each time a valve opens up.
Meanwhile your Hollywood eyes
droop over an erstwhile hourglass neck
as if two pearl drop necklaces dropped
like a string of tears
to the sands of time.
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