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    thinking about
    the way she smells
    i am compelled to go deeper,
    remembering flesh
    raised to my lips and the scent
    dirty and beautiful,
    how much would I,
    how many hours would I,
    what I would give if,
    only the taste of her hair,
    only the wet heat
    that's not really mine but
    I need it anyway,
    the way nails are deep enough
    to scar me, I'd love it
    once more to wrap around
    your throat and your words,
    sick with the dark
    veil crossing between your legs,
    searching and seeking
    for the warmth, both of us
    stinking with what we want more;
    each other, separate as the lamps
    shattering on our sides as we
    drop into our naked trance

    and what might be honey to my lips,
    now, we just deny
    any vinegar traces on our skin, and
    I just moralize my empty longing,
    lonely for something
    deeper than my own clutches,
    pray for something
    better than the best.
    and how am I to finish anything,
    with this bubble unable to burst,
    wanting something
    so much that I get it
    all over my hands and face and fingers,
    under the covers where secrets
    multiply just like the panting
    as the midnight moon looks on,
    and we peek into each other's wrong,--

    my own dreams leaking from between
    the soft spots in my ribs,
    red blood seeping from my heart
    all over the bed, the pillowcases sweaty,
    and no body left over after we.