the winners are in the cemetary

i am

free,

in a

cemetery

of memories.

before

it goes dark,

and silhouettes

hide,

i crawl

on calloused

knees,

and

bleeding

palms,

to swallow

forbidden

nectar.

it will

drip,

from

my chin,

to my leg,

to the ground.

innocent.

perfect

bliss.

not an

ordinary

place,

to be

alone,

with the

sun,

half buried.

i feel

the blessing

between my

nipples,

and knees,

touched

by wood,

magic,

and string.

beyond my

expectations,

i like to

wander,

the paths,

guarded

by snakes.

filled with

danger

and strain.

i flirt

with the

twilight,

with facts

and fiction,

i’m not

concerned

with

drowning

in the deep.

i return

to the

face

of

god,

and

dance,

beneath

his marble

ass and

easter balls.

we are not

strangers,

from

now on,

we no

longer

stumble,

on tombstones.

left behind

by jesus,

buddha,

and circumstance.

crawl inside me,

and sleep.

we have

not eaten,

our last

meal.

we,

will be

thirsty,

again,

i know

we will

fuck again.

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