strings are touched by
an array of careful arteries
guiding muscle and bone along
ethereal blueprints
flags flap when souls arrive
the salute is fangs from a tongue
my dream warrior lies moaning
with a flute wet with oil
pumping between her legs
I electrocute my fingers
with a sparking bass
the symmetry of walls
collapses down
much longer corridors
the exits form one hollow in the sky
with the power of successful thieves
we walk stained and naked
through a screaming ballpark
in our fetal essence we were
made to dance like this, with a fatal kiss.
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