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What are you waiting for?
Say something witty darling,
before I fall off this ledge.
The corner of sleep and ill-will.
Past good intentions.
Under the assumption of marble slabs
and a few hundred pounds of dirt.
A place to be safe and cold.
Just a few paces beyond dawn.
A few spaces without words.
A few duckets of laundered bodily fluids.
A few longstanding stamps of biologic longevity
that we had the gall to fight over
the gall to name, and treat half as pets, half as property.
Sex isn't a game, a drug, or a weapon.
It's a wet kiss between the ribs.
Sharp and gushing with enthusiastic
cathartic
explosive thanotic bliss.
Just playing the ridiculous game of immortality.
Desperately sewing seeds in a salted earth.
Crumbling dry sprouts between your palm.
Possibly a memory.
More apt to be another elipse
in a series, in anticipation of some grander work.
One could hope at least...
