Your eyes carry the plague of beauty.
This infection proliferates as I,
A hapless bystander, scrape the
Remains of unrequited love
From beneath my feet;
Dusty particles alive with the
Glory of love.

Love, beseech me now
Or forever hold your peace.
Count your blessings as I
Meticulously count the speckles
In your eyes -
Those that scream to me
The urgencies that reside behind
Those burnished spheres.

How could those words rest
So tenderly upon your lips?
Or so gently ease over them as
Smoke that tumbles from the heavens.
Those tender blossoms of
Love's unruly masochism -
Torture, pain, humiliation.

Desire holds a lonely heart
Firmly cradled in its calloused palms
Scraping the delicate flesh away -
Obliterating the feigned perfection
Of a beating heart's countenance.

Amanda Rafkin

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