Anhedonia
once, i understood how i deserved
honey this heavy & dull
on my tongue taste of sugar corrupted
on the lips i refused
of my beloved the offered hand
the way one mouth turned to knives
might raise the blood to scathing
of the other – skin flush sung battle hymn – an echo
from finger skim & silk tapping & tangled
pulse a kettledrum now slowed
mallet struck quiverthrum a body lost in fault & flaw
gone numb
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