(9-11-02)
These are words
I have not sent you
Yet.
Le Roi est mort,
Le Roi est mort.
Who has drunk his blood?
Who has eaten his flesh?
Who has shit on his face?
Who has pissed in his mouth
To his great delight?
So many nights I have
Swallowed you
Till drunk with desire,
Consumed by the fire
Between your hips.
Everything from you,
Honey on my lips.
My heart and soul are
Broken open.
My insides spill upon the page,
Like a messy suicide.
There is no hiding now,
Confiding as I am
So all the world can see
The love I held for you
That will not be returned
To me.
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