( bitter endings with a sweet orange blossom taste )

I gave you more than I could offer

offered you my flowers, my damned roots even

I gave you a taste of how it was like to dance twist with an accursed angel like mine

to get into my sheets, to bruise my serene silk skin

to stare into my eyes or to penetrate into my thighs...

could you taste the sweet orange blossom taste of what it was like to be mine, or to be had by none;

could you sense my discolored hips or my peace-colored lips on the tip of your tongue,

before you had parted?

𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝒾𝓇𝓈 𝒪𝒻 𝒜 𝒮𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁