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Our bodies linear
limbless and righteous 
amongst the thorns of infantile black locusts 
your eyes of mesonoxian dew
fix as vacant moons
bloodlet atop the sunset 
graves of lilacs
hatchet dismemberment
our earthen anguine forms
my head upon yours
I still
the future withers before me
dead on the vines
never again shall we sip of God’s wine
our cold blood
our venomous love
our thrive and will
undressing 
every memory of renewal
I will not leave your side
I will swallow you whole
make mobile my heart
chimera our souls
I will keep you
memento mori
I will bite, I will writhe
I will keep wild 
ever and a day
lest we cease to exist
of matter or of myth 
My love, Our immortality
come to me
upon the back of Death 
ride forth 
bring with you
a seed of universal knowledge
clasped within your teeth
to plant upon my tongue
with our final kiss

E.A. O'Connell