air bubbles

what i imagine is simple: you in diaphanous cloth,
needle in diminutive fingers and a soft half-smile
before the plunge, the pierce and the plodding tongue
takes me off– goodnight, goodbye,

and your berryblood eyes aloof, your mouth pained
as you administered a fucked-up version of last rites.

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