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With Death's Cousin

Pastor Bejinez pastor.bejinez@students.dominican.edu

I see her blood relation to death, in the wrinkles of her forehead,
Yet, I want her.
Her heavy breath, lingers out, over her damp lips
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A soft invitation, through my mind.
She slowly pulls me, closer to her smooth, magazine face
With her hypnotic, inhaled breath, full of mystery.

My lips trace, the steam of her melting chocolate skin.
A splintered hair from touching
I push the chair she sits on
And press myself away, from the coolness that
    Whispers from the warmth of her lips
    Knowing:
One touch, and I’m dead.

Yet, I can’t resist.

On weakened legs, I blindly stumble, then collapse,
    Onto my knees
My sight awakens, to the shine, of freshly shaved legs:
    Worth more than gold.
I can’t help, but smell up her leg,
    And wonder:
Will it be worth the taste?
With suicide, I’ve met my mate.


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