sinking
slack and sorrow
my loyal escorts
into the trench
again
above me
the sky is your face
your hands
your cock
funny how
this springtime
brings
dreary days
winter
was warm
as inside me
you frolicked
you teased
you provoked
my mouth
my belly
my cunt
dancehalls
now abandoned
my heart became a door
my eyes pillows
my affection a fountain
but apparently
the transaction
was a transgression
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