hello my dear friend
its been months, decades,
even lifetimes
since we've partaken
of eachother's skin

the ritual is clear and
we're both licking the blade
(sabotage never was before
such a fad)
entranced, i stare at the chalice,
ready to begin the chant
and you just
look away
into the candle light

(it always was becoming,
that flame, our flame,
the flames dancing
along the walls)

and there we were:
two flawed lambs
waiting to be laid upon the altar
of our own
self-indulgence

03/07/2003

Posted on 03/18/2003
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