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Muerte Intus


Ever the temptress

whose motion deceives

There’s only one cure

for desires strip tease

 

She points and she lingers

distance her charm

Night her undressing

the smoke to disarm

 

She dares you to touch

while pulling away

Stripping emotion

your longing at bay

 

Till finally turning

the stage lights have dimmed 

Anticipation

—killing within

 

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2023) 

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