What if I could taste
the broken memories of that night
against my tongue,
sticking to the roof of my mouth,
fighting the forbidden desire
to swallow,
to assimilate you
within me,
buried within the squirming
silence of desire,
swallowing with a gulp
the fantasy you've brought
the dreams you've played,
spun around my neck,
designed in the wish to garrot,
replacing all my fantasies
with your reality,
crying, sobbing,
crawling through the sheets
and falling off the bed
with a clatter of bones
as they break
all connections between...
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