Dreams are Sweet and Fleeting

Beginnings resurrected by the memory of your
bloody lie:
a tale represented in mists of bottled earth
and petals stained with good intentions
that rot and drift in vaporous clouds.
Infuse me with your noxious dew,
deployed at midnight
as a means to make me want you—
and it works, my broken princess,
affecting my nostalgia
and allowing me to realize
how dreams are sweet and fleeting.

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