Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Memento Mori

Belly and breasts
And thighs spread around
Cunt, want-wet and clamped
Around your flesh in my flesh
Red from your teeth in my flesh
Clamped down and suckling:
This is how we come together
In hollow darkness, switched off,
And the gaps of clothes rearranged.

I have your marks still,
Crescent moons of blood pale
Against my surging flesh
As your flesh pale against mine
Dark as the bruises purpling
Beneath your hands on my flesh:
This is how I remember you
In blood beneath and on my skin
In enfleshed traceries of ownership.

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