The Small Death - Poem by Ari Alsio
Feel the joy under him,
a small death - a great pleasure.
Hips they moved,
shoulders, hugged together.
Like a glowing ring of heat,
Blackmail around me.
Your eyes are still open,
teeth bite into the meat.
Escorting the souls of the journey,
is not long.
A group of poets from the grave,
a small death - all in the game.
The lucky sees another inside,
sees the joy of seeing grief.
Gratitude is large,
thou merciful love.
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