you are not so forgettable
more spirit than flesh
but then im an emir
of cairo suddenly
caught in a reverie at court
seeking pleasure is my duty
with a cool sense of purpose
i carry on but for the sudden
moments when sweet molecules
enter my body and and in my mind
i am told it is something
i shall find no more
when called back to
d'affaires du jardin
i go back to pretending
that all of it had
made me happy then
that even then
thered been a stated purpose
like in the rose for the thorn
and that it is something
ive always known
in this story
knowledge helps in better
use of the seasons
and certain memories are storms
sometimes she would
point it out to me
a heartbreaking sunset
or tell me on phone
of a sky drenched in blood
a fiery glow
she would know better
that someday
beauty my love will kill us
i nod and inside me wells up
scorn that i do not know
anything its texture
its taste
its form nor close my eyes
and i can see it
it is dark
in beauty's shadow
i spend my time sleeping
and then i dream
that i have swallowed my tongue
and in that final
moment of beauty
i am speechless
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