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Cascading blood occludes his wound from my gazeScrabbling with my hands to excavate the crimson glazeTwo ring fingers stumble into the crevice of the gashNow it’s my very own flesh veiling the slashI bring the bloodstained tips up to my lipsFlick out my tongue like a skittish thripsWincing at the cupric sting salted mix Elliptical drips floor splash sero-eclipsedThe weep has ceasedHis soul finally releasedI rake his trunk up to my breastClench him fiercely against my chestThe glutting blood abutting my chemiseBlotting an etched scarlet frieze by degreesSingularly my overhanging cornice so engravedMy navel neath twin promontories unscathedI demand to match the exact contours of your woundAttune you to see why my blade had you harpoonedBut in death as in life we remain adrift p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'} span.s1 {letter-spacing: 0.0px}
My knife gouges my wound in you as shrift