Fountain of Youth



There was something

in the air that day

sharp violets

tinged with hunger


It dripped from her lips


Plum puddles

riddled with lust

skating off the cusps

of her folds


That vessel could drown you


Nearly besiege you


Form itself into a fountain

with two-legged pillars

encasing that youth

and binding you






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