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I can taste your flesh

As the seasons have

fled gods table;

In your evening.

Sinuous flame, i watch

with Satan-as you fade.

Julep lips, these kisses are made for graves;

Penury-Satin, velvet shards of glass.

Cool absinthe-bethrothed in hopelessness

Emollient licks,

rising from ripped throats

Midnight usage-wet drugs

White blood filtered

Exhaling rape, naked in constricting ether

Emetic nights;

tastes orgasm in blue;

Heaving between

weeping limbs.