Come lover,
there is no shame in death.
Dance us to sleep.
An orgasm of possibilities
sigh from your lips
sprout wings
screeching to be heard
I want answers
but your truth is Dante's vision
pain and torment
without surcease
deliciously gift-wrapped
in satin silken sensation
I dance for you
a brazen statuette
carved marble
pale shadow glows
deep resonance of
unbridled masculinity
And you,
keeping time with fingers drumming
with thighs alight in sultry flame
turn your face away
to taste the harm
Come lover
there is such shame in death
Dance for us
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