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do not resuscitate

make no mistake              
my dear              
this little death              
is love              
             
in some tomorrow              
the breathing machines              
will yank us from here              
whipping the march              
of the living back into us              
             
but here              
tonight              
you              
are              
in a body              
that gods absurdity              
can wrestle electrocuted simians              
for the naming rights to            
             
it's of no concern to me        
              
this moment you're earth             
iron and pebbles and carbon              
and shit and stem and bloom              
of every flower              
fowl              
and fragrance              
             
and you're fucking gorgeous              
             
I am made of rock stuff              
skinned of less subtle leather                    
and my fur seems too big              
for these city streets              
             
It's clear              
that I am meant to warm you              
at least for              
tonight              
             
in this little death              
             
             
             
when we tomorrow              
kill ourselves back to life      
let's tattoo "do not resuscitate"              
above our hearts
Written by lightbaron
Published | Edited 1st Jul 2014
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