Fallen from grace/Like a crease from a blouse

Why would you love this 

Shriveled debacle 

Why would you want this 

Buck toothed barnacle 

Why would you choose this 

Defective example 

Inadequately poised 

Between purpose and madness 

A perfect display 

Of delinquence in manhood 

Why would you choose this/you 

Who’s lips would kiss 

The better stone    

Fallen from grace 

Like a crease from a blouse 

Let’s go to Motril 

A boring industrial town 

Why would you miss this 

Would you dismiss this 

Orange blossom redolent 

Sun blue salt 

Goblets of dawn smashing 

Lorcan hot house 

Drenched with camellias 

And perfume 

The perfume of your hips 

And your fingers 

And your gaze

Why would you choose this /you 

Who have melted 

Like the bridge to my soul

There’s no going back

To that dapple of paradise 

To the bleach in your jeans

And the ark of your lips. 

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