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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Little Deaths

Little Deaths

Like bodkin in sheath,
My dagger holing up stoutly,
Within her treasure chest.
We're a perfect fit!

Bodies inflame,
As sweats bubble up.
We welcome little deaths,
Like children ignorant of fears.

Bliss attained for remembered.
Whirlwind bodies:
Quintessences of impermanence, 
Seeking the next mutual discharge!

At last!
Quaking bodies heralding:
Stillness and coolness;
Crowning mutual comeuppance.



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