the cold thump when all goes dark
exquisite convulsions on the bed
open yer mouth and it pours out
my donation of hot lead

i trace the mounds on yer body
still warm -- though by every
which measure yer dead --
traced those burrs with my finger
yer lips curled

now you are transformed --
how the dry wind howls in yer
hollow chest -- dinnae cower
the heat -- for it will melt you down

lay down now and let
yerself be embraced -- the cold arms
of night pull you away
-- you taste but dinnae swallow

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