The ambient velvet that cushions
Life is delicate under the surface
The Iris is more delicate than love
The moisture under the surface bleeds
With the most gentle abrasion
I would recline into it's petal
And sink with acquiescence into life
I would close my eyes
And for a moment in time
Remember the succulence of your folds
I remember how I salivated
How hungry I was
I could feel how moist they were
How for a moment I reveled
Then I grew into you
And life was joyous
There was the glow of happiness
Then there was change
And I came to the isolation
But I remember the petals
And I can remember the recline
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