She

Oh dear no.
Like a ride of the wind
on the crest of a chemical sea.
Like the fury of force
in the raptors run.
Again she comes.
She comes for me.

A thud and a pulse, and a trick of the tide.
Kicking my head from the inside side.
Kills with her kisses.
A red crush of petal.
Pulling apart every action and art.
The ache of slow breathing.
Desire denied.
Kicking my head from the inside side.

Sleep and inaction.
Inaction and sleep.

Sleep and inaction.
Inaction and sleep.

The
softness

of nothing. The
opium
girl.

Holding my head in the waters world.
Bending the light rays.
Extending the day.

Making my
actions

grey.

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