With only a look
I took
more than half his riches
I took his estate without his name
from the mouth of his children's children he gave
I inherited more than my portion
my skin dusted with gold
hematite eyes over opal
lips coated with a saccharine
I have words that draw laughter from the driest of spirit
He spent less in wine
less in oil
less in clean water
There is no thirst greater to him
asleep
awake
he chases me
transformed by me
renewed
Open mouth for the sap I drip
I gave nothing and gained his world
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