***
she still waits for him,
…breathless
and
…vain
…
sight of his
veins
turning her on.
watching him
waste
his life
on cocaine.
wanting him
more
than
the immortal
throne
reaching her hands
where
/by touch/
was the flange.
panting with
orgasm
washing her through.
letting the hollowness
pass them,
and branch,
fuse to a lifetime
sprayed with perfume.



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