Benevolence

They gather like birds, like fish,

with mouths open & necks extended,

supping on the azure berries of our

divine enlightenment, the fruits of

our blessed union. The three of us:

fair-skinned, golden-haired, white-

feathered, The Lovers positioned as

holy trinity bound in apple skin

already punctured by the passion

we bring to these feeding beasts.

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