A Series of perforations-

Ears.

Nose.

Cunt.

Heart.

I emit you.

The flavour of your kiss, embeds itself in an unknown space and time.

I surmise,

Your love through it.

It Exists…

In the dark hour.

I recline, you reach me through your mental lips.

This but be my hearse.

May it be to you, your provenance.

Hollow kisses.

Fruitless ties.

Empty love.

Vacuous sight.

There’s a flower in me which withers at your name,

It blossomed in the past.

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