potions

your butterflies lie nested
in my whispers

…but those whispers
are like a satiny feline

…with faultless grace
scratch you and bite you

attack the immune system
of your hopes

make you drink potions
fermented tactically

in the cup of love written
by the eyes who love you

[…by the eyes you love]

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