before me
in
her
head

answer me
in
this
madness

my fingertips have escaped me
they are now drawing on her flesh
she has been scented with many
beautiful rose petal deaths
she clings to me here
her garments
well worn
parted
art
her
lips
are on mine
we kissed darkness into light
she lets me hold her her in
silences caresses
she breathes
on me
would
you
?













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