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~ Flaw ~
On any other night,
I may have let you pass by
along the river, past the benches
beneath dimly lit gaslight that catches
the angle of your cheekbone
as you turn back and look
to a woman you may have imagined
Your evening is mapped out in your brain
sending images that flicker and stutter,
halting in jerky gestures like the
nudie picture shows down by the Penny Arcade
celluloid girlies with sepia toned smiles
on any other night...
they might have kissed you
but...
I am already in front of you,
I am already tasting you in my head
imagining the smooth coppery planes
of your existence
the throb of your pulse against my tongue,
holding you fast between my thighs, beneath the secretive
folds of my gown.
I am already damp from your struggle....
I am already living your life~
The
Pulse
The
Beat
of you...
I shall not resist your earthiness,
your warm, gasping breath
catching the air in a crystallized vapor
of winter
the warmth of your body beneath
wool,
how i will myself beneath each layer,
transcending the animated skin
to vein,
...the becoming one with you
You will have convinced yourself
that you wanted this,
that in some distorted dream,
I have had you before
the last halting smile of your recollection
as you wonder...
...have I seen her before?
...do I know the scent of her?
...was she one of those girls on the screen....?
Shhhhhhhh........
Little do you know as I slip toward shadow,
that your perfection was
your
only
...flaw.
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