Lyra
You are the flesh-devouring love.
Some heart's soft layered sphere
envelops a part of your hand and when
it reaches mine a flesh
is scathed within an emotion club
as you are
the flesh devouring-love.
Some heart's soft layered sphere
envelops a part of your hand and when
it reaches mine a flesh
is scathed within an emotion club
as you are
the flesh devouring-love.
Labels: Sylvia Plath
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