Your draped arms frame mine:
(alive with bedside fallacies)
the perfect picture of tragedy.
Haunting eyelid pantomime--
(To forget to forgive Christianity)
--Strung with your form, I dreamt to see.
In between prayers, knelt to tell,
and resounding electromagnetic bell;
I shudder to live and choke to breathe
in my sweetly comatose apathy.
Whispered to tell, or just to miss?
(relieving yourself of ill-earned trust)
I've got to say; I just love to lust.
Trickled through membrane, cloven tongue kiss
(exhale your sorrow; lead carbon sheath)
One always to live, never to breathe.
