the hole in your side
has been my bed
since i turned four
and turned my head
to play your bride
and not much more.
i lay undressed
and learned to move
through sweet incest
of scars you wore
with those i will love,
those i will cut
to share your death.
my flesh is put
where your bones approve.
i hold your last breath
to give it voice,
your last desire
my willing choice.
we fall in step beneath
our own hell's fire
locked tongue to tongue
as though we both had died,
your old skin strung
to mine on barbed wire.
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