Tibi
Days of Grace
I cannot breathe
I cannot breathe through you
Too dense too close
too many other
foreign smells sighs gasps
perfect orgasms
from the future perfect
And I can only starve
I think the past
has faded with amnesia absinth
you fed me with each thrust
It did not heal
It did not haze the day when
Your fluids
pure acid
burn
corrode
This scarlet rash
it suits me
Hides the bites
the telltale holes
On Sunday
on the farmers' market
I'll buy myself a new
organic soul
and orange eggs for our daily omelette
I cannot breathe through you
Too dense too close
too many other
foreign smells sighs gasps
perfect orgasms
from the future perfect
And I can only starve
I think the past
has faded with amnesia absinth
you fed me with each thrust
It did not heal
It did not haze the day when
Your fluids
pure acid
burn
corrode
This scarlet rash
it suits me
Hides the bites
the telltale holes
On Sunday
on the farmers' market
I'll buy myself a new
organic soul
and orange eggs for our daily omelette
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Days of Grace
Days of Grace
