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            dying desires imitating flames

 in  a cold  sighing decree from long ago

    ebbing embers glow to ashes,

yet ever so slow  

here with mirages from the merciless

that stagger me so

since you chose to lay me low,

now I am  far below 

your dubious hands,

choke my words in this compliant game

quickly grasping my throat, 

never lost in their claim 

your warped words

would douse any of the lingering sparks

as I sat and cried

at all of your flagrant and sweeping remarks 

fold me in half rip me down

until you stole my writing instrument

false kisses from soft lips

never missed the mark of your true intent 

I kneel watching as my white shadow quivers 

as if our little rapture shriveled into shivers 

you may have it as you please 

you shall pierce as you tease 

the slaughtering from your probing eyes 

desperate are my weary replies’

my naked heart is vertical from above

it barely hovers 

you sent me deep in secret places,

my restless lover, 

my exhausted role hides behind the barest cover 

forever was too late while the future never recovers 

in this torment of love where sheer aloneness replaces 

now, the hollow in my soul descends into darker spaces 

there you will find me with my madness 

in the dominions of lonely abandonment and sadness 

this wounded heart has withered my eloquence 

you have buried my love with all its remnants 

when you see that my skies are falling through 

are you pleased with all that was ravaged by you? 

slowly, passing into the mournful abyss where I start to sink  

unable to appease

but, until then  

take a measure of your pleasure, and do as you please, 

as I lay after exhuming, and  I ask you,

shall I die again?