Baby, Don't Kill Me.
I kiss her laceration.
Like any victim of blood loss
I breathe crime
Onto her breasts.
With my kiss
She tastes a villain’s motivation.
Along with my loneliness.
My thigh muscles flex.
What lovers mistaken
And flicks off my leg hairs.
Stroking until expiration
What secrets she keeps
Are revealing themselves.
While I taste my flavor of loneliness
On her thighs.
She uses her fingernails
Peeling away dead skin cells
From my aging flesh.
She lays there still
As a corpse.
I remind her
That she’s alive.
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