Luscious lusty lady,
Will these lurid eyes look
Upon those legs
Spread
One last time?
Your eyelids batted, overjoyed
To tease my heart and its hungry void.
I picture already the dirt rain
Falling on your flushed face,
Tender lips incarnadine
Ferociously drawing in earth.
I steal your breath
For your last prayer:
Praise be to the worms
Who feast on this new tomb.
Forgive me, great fictitious God!
But please, not too soon.














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