Drypetis

Potyomkin stains my words
As the washed pray for the un
A dead man sings on the radio
Beating the drum of pain and pleasure

Your adoration leads to commotion
So you put it out
Unstarted dedication
Makes me seem the liar

Hephaestion passes
As I medicate the pain
Making haste
Lest Patroclus follow

So you lie there
Akin to Catherine
Clad in your diamonds
Your finest pine

No horses bear us
Only the sound of salt
Lacking your attention
Splashing on these words

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