…
your swansong was a sonnet
your death spasms mock coitus
and the crack of your ribcage
is the whisper of a
long lost
lover
nothing more
nothing less
(for I can go no lower)
…
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…
your swansong was a sonnet
your death spasms mock coitus
and the crack of your ribcage
is the whisper of a
long lost
lover
nothing more
nothing less
(for I can go no lower)
…
Nice. Wicked. I like the way the image of your lover is revealed to us stanza by stanza…