Sweetness

She waves raving gnats
away from her face
in the sign of the cross
He says this is a cry
of last rites
as he drags her
into the burning bushes
put out by sheaths
of sweet melting skin
The gnats circle the pyre
they circle the pyre
of gross innocence

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