The clock skims
My anonymous chantage,
A stilettoed ghost branding
My every scheme.
The envelope sets aloof
Misshapen and sealed
Discreet and emblematic
A stunning contradiction.
Beyond its sticky cervix
Your voice throbs,
Insistent as a scar
Beneath hooded eyes.
A brume of stanzas
Undresses those parts
So oft concealed
A heart, a womb, faces
Teeming in the river’s mouth.
A truce might silence
This rivalry.
But where is the fun in that?
In you alone I climax.
In you alone
The words gather.
Whatever alias I testify to
You manage to find
Within it a way to die,
A truth that cannot
Be shucked its fibrous cloak,
A truth more valuable than gold.
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I decided to go back and do the one I missed during the move. My cold which had been quite mild, has gotten much worse.
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