nietzsche

The Marquis

earthbound
she has fallen to her knees
taking in her mouth
the sepulchre
of warring answers/eastern culture/falsities
she bathes the silken resentment
stripping away dust particles
flakes of other loyal subjects
the season at its turn.
noticeably she laps the cream
a cat purring into the milk bowl
her eyes jewel up in reverence.
a serpentine slide
and firm porcelain grip
she spells out tales
of times remembered/regretted/ascended
moist letters spill out
upon the unmoved
but deeply affected.
sharp pulses of flesh
imprint upon blushing cushions
two pillowy doors
to the temple of Ive been here before.
she languishes over the velvet mushroom
closes her eyes to the world
and swallows every drop of enlightenment
her young mouth can hold.

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