Rosesong

by Christos Polydorou

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If you want
me
You will have to bring your wings

And your sticky
limbs
And your sting

If you want me honey
bee
Come and get me

I shall nourish
you
Together we will yield

potency and
abundance
Quick

before the scenery
changes
again

and I end
up
in a vase

and my
petals
scatter

without so
much
as a river beneath

to carry them to the
sea:
The coast is clear

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