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~ {i}

iii.

we lay spine to chest
in a bath tub full of bones,
sucking the marrow
from yesterday,
so starved for memories
nestled in gristle
to tide us over
while we fast & repent,
replete for the space
of an exhale

ii.
i hoard the gore
on my sheets,
a fuck stained rorschach
wrung from
the carnal hinges
of our sinew ...
the remnants of
what we've washed
from our pores
is seeped into
slate hued fibres,
into the altar
of our perversions

i.
in that baptismal font
of honey & almond oil,
your fingertips prayed
against the swell
of my hips;
your mouth touched
its sin to my nape.
your tenderness
was unforgivable.
_shadoe_
Written by _shadoe_ (katyusha)
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