Ever the Pisces outliving the life that was due.
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I cannot forget death while she's still taking sips of me. So modestly.
A vision that is bleeding will take the life out of you.
Her nipples and lips were the color of cigarette burns.
Our gasps were potent and humid,
like mushroom-damp exhalations from the marsh.
The sweat that slipped off our naked bodies became part of the swamp.
My slow-light shone throuth the orgasm to be forgotten,
in the darkness beyond.
I was left in the company of ghosts that wanted to be meat again.
She smiled like a polar night sky where every star had died.
Her whispering was a velvet lullabye,
where I could find comfort in losing my mind.
I layed on my back in the muck and was lost in the sky.
The moon was so bright i could feel its light in my bones.
Starlight was kissing my skin like ice.
I awoke, sticky and wet with dream sweat.