You suck my air out through the smallest aperture
You leave me breathless
I pull the heavy double-blade sword razor-edged
From my scabbard, lunging at dreams
Viking-like and ready for the dissection
I watch the afternoon tea and fall asleep
Rocking like a baby new-born
You leave me writhing on the warmed white sand
You leave me gasping
I pull the poet’s pen dripping with my blood
From a secret lair, rushing at schemes
Donne-like and ready for death
I watch the music float and hear the smell
Rocking like a baby new-born
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