Shake and Shiver

I want to eat of your bitter heart
and sing praises of your ruined body,
play drums with the shards of your shattered bones,

and watch the pomegranate flutters
of your ribbon-skin shake and shiver

while you dance with light-step feet
that don’t know I have already
cut short their music.

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