Temptation (The Ultimate)
slowly the way a cigarette is burning she is drawing closer to me a bottle in the background with a hardened swallow instead of a blooming rose she is looking with enmity screws up her eyes or it seems so drawing closer low under the spine of the bridge steaming the brain into some other space galaxies irrevocable like blood on the blade of the knife reaching deep into the cave coming against the soul mortally she is drawing closer naked deprived of the mercy dimensions sickly awareness of the world the goal of existence in which bars and tracks agonizing dead-loop ascents and the shiver perishing only in colours only in the water surface in the last thread fading right through the fingers * Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 12:29 AM PST 0 • 8
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