Let me dwell in transparent reflections of your skin
poison hues of yesterdays
flesh lick deep into forgotten corners of destructive sin.
Granting passage to the
petals frosted with thoughts
of deeper penetration waiting
still for anxiety to impale a
sick lover like me
I climb into endless trenches
to maunder with tragedies beautiful face peeling away
dark pieces from the
bleached bones of my breast
to garnish my pitiful need
to be the cornerstone of your mind before I die
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