My eager heart
Is a rose
Trapped
In a yellow-tinged vase
Water seeping
Out of transparency
Sliding, or rather
Slithering
Like a serpent
Filled with lusty greed
No matter
What the porcelain cracks
Absorb the moisture
Pitiful
In its crimson desire
It is a love
Domestic
In all its evaporating glory
Eager is my heart
To do it’s will

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