How
storm I fly on your body
drown my thirst while
your lips are on me
just
my thirst can not be extinguished
are a quarry
gravel and sand
wipe the tears
under a sterile
cherry
like a whirlwind I
fall on you
raging in your hair as
headwind
take your breath away
& ; lose my
just
my breath is light
as I calm my heart
a blue flame of rotting flesh
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