Fear of Eden's Fruit

by Tyler Bentley

I want to bare my body,
Adore the simple configuration,
Take on my unyielding lines
And the lumps they call curves.

I must be an angel
An innocent observatory of flesh
And god’s destruction.

My clothes confuse
And constrict
The bountiful nature of woman

I always breathe into the open mouths of roses.

I hope their petals will
Find the fragrance of my mortality.
A stolen and most anticipated kiss.

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