youth might return to their bodies
a peach flush a glow in their cheeks
they don't fight for the love of a man
anymore they're tender with each
other poison under wet tongues
women have come and gone they know
in the same bed they lie with fingers
entwined when one dies the other is hollow
whose face remains who dreams who slips away
hair loosened they used to keep each other's
rings and garments pulse and jealous fire
secrets breathing inside
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