LPiA-23 Nov. 23

[RiverNotch]

i used to weave crowns
out of lavenders but now
i hammer them out of gold. i used to paint
your face on wooden boards
like those before us now
but subjects more deserving
i've since found. i used to cense
your ears with perfumed words,
your neck with bruises, and your breasts
with various spices, but we spilled
no wine upon your dress. i used to want
but now, i merely love.