losing self with pleasure
Your spine is like trunk
shimmering with strain
and I am a snake
twisting around it
you bend my head back
so that my look impinges yours
and you can own my being fully
we are dying little by little-
so anarchical act of losing
ourselves for the moment
life vomits its truth onto us
that only by losing
we can have it all.
I kiss the wisdom
that lies in your palms
and I am leaving
[I let it go]
so that I can come back.
Tell me the pictures
haunting you.
You close your eyelids-
to see more fully.
God was there.
and you love Eve
in every woman
passing you.
mrscyanide 
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