An Ocular Flutter

This is unpractical -
this cough of love
and ash-laden tongue
given only for receiving.
I follow your fingernails 
as they bend in at the 
I taste the apology 
in my mouth
like some languid
creature, resting its
neck across my teeth - 
a monumental guillotine
of yellowed ivory.
An ocular flutter
in pixel perfect poetry -
it is the peacock feather
to my heart.

The End

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