Laura de Noves

Who defies the will of an impartial goddess.
the one
cuts his own hands-off.
to not keep the flower from blossoming
Blood and celestial spheres
you begin to pay
and gift sweat away
as if it doesn’t matter.
I believe that is the pillar of lust
Blood, sweat and the shoots
growing out of the ground
until the head,
goes around
wooden planks,
curled metal
and feather
and drills itself into your back.
No wonder
you are awake
at 4 am.
The moon is not your friend
even if it whispers to you.

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