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Butterfly

Come, lay beside me
You, whose hair flames down your back
Whose voice knows old stones,
Flamingos of desire

Come, lay beside me
You, whose scent is murderous
Whose eyes are the shadows of angels,
Copperheads of love

Come, lay beside me 
You, whose thighs are cabalistic
Whose lips kissed ancient earth,
Roselets of wine

Come lay beside me
       In your naked hope
            lay beside me
        In your fallen white poppies
             Lay beside me
Come, lay beside me

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