I trade my blade – for gentle flowers,
My spiders – for fine silk,
Then kiss the rose – bleed the hour –
By my love’s thorns – to bilk
And I, the villain, wrote my Truth;
Still close – to a sin,
I split the word – by gossamer tooth –
To let the fabric sing
You adore the beauty more, my dear,
So I’ll try to spin it well,
Weaving melancholies – to wily briars –
And tears – to sweeter petals –
Lillith May ©2022
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