

wet deathThe way that everything is licked by the rainwet death
clean slate clean
Even the crows: wet black among the fallen leaves grass green of the garden
All things finally mingled wet death and the
gloriousness of dirt


shatterYou shatter through my veinsshatter
I hear your sigh
as you elongate through
that dark liquid
that is my life
Pulsate palpitate
push
Easy now
Pump pangs with pleasure treasure
pressure
in a
fervent
moment
Rest
The red smears all over you and if only I had the energy
I would certainly
lick them
off
you should definetely put more stuff on the website!!
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there will be time to murder and create
~francophones *poetic-forms ~france ~lost-souls
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