triumphant in the night
i am breathless by your
majesty
truly befitting of so
many eyes left wanting
but still
your spine
does arch
with the waves of my
electric touch
masterfully wielded
my name rides particles
into your lungs
as you gasp for air
after years stagnant
and in this
i feel like a beast
and you do too
as i find my hand
on your throat
this rush is like a drug
as the teeth sink in
and i grow wary
to say the least
as the ecstacy
flows through our
veins
of what parts of me
are left in your
memory-foam
mattress-top.
This must be the one.
It is.
Through the great artery we flow, to and from, mechanizing life, giving meaning, taking meaning, meaning different things, and suffering — can’t forget the suffering. Then it has a heart attack and everything stops.
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