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| Our bodies convulse and press against each other Entwine like serpents in a ceremonial ritual Her skin is the same shade as the moon now Surfacing from a mirror She lets her voice roll and ring through me Like a ghost in a midnight hour I can feel her lips move against mine In blue euophoria like an amphetamine She travels my skin with violent strides And allows me to taste the venom on her tounge I can imagine her dressed in velvet and fire Embracing me in a white chalk outline I know that she had warned me But I just don't care anymore ...I saw her at the market tonight... |