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A chain of orchids around her neck,
testicle-pressuring me to love her.
One solitary cough,
beautiful in its simplicity
and she conjures delicious words
to feed my hungry ears.

“Give me you.”
She laughs.
O is there a sweeter sound?
“You have me.” I always will.
She lifts her eyes to mine
as the rain begins to fall.
What once was her
melts into history
and disregarded memories
of better climes.

I hope I can remember when I die
the reasons she gave me to live.
Big-bottled fräulein put your weight on me,
said the pig-me to the whore,
desperate for more.
#2
love the wording.
you diction is amazing.

made me think of some,
old black and white french film.

very nice.
look forward to more by you.
i am the lamb.
point me to the slaughter.