as abyss profound more
than thousand breaths
and drink of the moans
extracted from shivering
depths of lurid skin,
such is my tainted desire
pulsating by blood
in your pallid lap
until the last breath,
until the last wings
which disintegrates
from lips of words
to fading shape,
shattered contours
penetrate through
seductive narrowness,
bounded by ether,
and breathed time
will be awakened
into my violent horizon
after the doomsday
bathed in our blood
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OniKumo
01:51 Jan 21 2008
A wonderful Poem.