sex has ended for me
the terrific blood spilled -
and paused
asunder the packed soul
weeps without weeping
and slips out larger, and
smaller,
like a balloon exhaling
I am coming apart under
the moons revolution
hours slack with over abundance
force minutes of decadence
to fall fast as midnight,
and i am entrenched in it-
i become, scorched- useless, loved
lusted and dead
the hunger a ghost feels is no hunger at all
the desert has been worth every sacrificed
photograph
now though undone my
corpse dusts away down the
glinty sand, and the world of woman,
chase its
ash and shadow in to soft milk dream
and radiate no shame as i am resurrected
and fitted a new harness.
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