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The smile on her face is toxic
it draws me in to where I don’t want to be.
She is an alluring flower,
her sweet perfume entices me and I draw closer to her world,
dizzying,
sending me to new heights,
spinning worlds;
a haze of thorns and flowers,
that I long to touch.
The forbidden fruit in the trees above,
I dream of her,
I dream of her love.
She’s creamy milk of purity,
with a wicked sinner’s smile;
she smirks at me,
clues me in,
and draws me down into temptation with her.
I fall with her.
I fall because of her.
I trip and stumble over words and roots,
she is pushing me down.
She steadies me.
I cannot walk in her presence without backtracking to when I was
a younger petal.
a softer, weaker petal.
I look at her strong stem, her willowy frame, her curling hair.
She has grown strong.
I want to grow strong too,
but only in her arms.
But only in her arms.