love in rotting things

there's love in rotting things

there's care in decomposition

a sense of wonder

when flesh separates

the bloom of pale flowers

underneath the skin

a light in the darkness

a mouth that wants to speak

words of love

considered and forgotten

forever held between the teeth

there are mysteries here

two drops of moonlight

leaves endlessly whispering

the snapping of twigs

in the distance.

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