you pay homage to my lake world
all wise warnings you have ignored
these ripples sought by men before you
are collected tears impossible to hold
each dew-kissed satin petal
is as much a venom as ecstasy
to mortals who came of their own accord.
away with your hands--
your obsession stands no chance.
i allow you not to pluck me
much less touch my fragility.
i belong to this fluid sanctity--
be content in living twice removed
because beggars like you
never have the luxury of choice.
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