his earth moves me
shooting stars fall
before his eyes
traipsing tongue soothes me...
in dimming days
with darkened skies
a cinder falls upon
the caramel sheets
falls upon his chest
burns within his rest
stale cold ignites in
smoldering skin laced
with the laudanum found
beyond the gates of bliss
his earth trickles
in two streams draining
pain... the tails to the
heads of pleasure's obol
a coin spent to avoid hell
a coin we've spent so well
on the laudanum found
beyond the gates of bliss
in a kiss, made before
eyes close for rest
I still burn upon his chest
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