The moment has three acts.
Here are the facts.
He reaches out to touch her
as if touching
her were normal. Her
beauty blasts: it isn't
normal: it is profligate –
too much – a waste –
it overwhelms, it storms
his gates, spills more
than he could ever gather,
taste, erase.
What to do? Pursue three
rites of rue: burn –
be stabbed – behold. Yearn, grab, grow old.
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