The leaving of the skin when tomorrow turns again the tide all lovers lost under cannot hide... show me how dying feels tonight. Death is coming, beneath the folds of tender flesh the moans of sweet and bitter rest... I cannot keep these waves at bay, the waters of my heart overturn the day. Thighs compressed, then spread and swelling, she comes and comes and comes again... see how death writhes its patient opulent. Death is here inside me, coming. |