SUNDAY SHINED AND I DINED, YOU THERE, MOUTH
OPENED, I, IN LOTION AS YOU ENTERED…..
EYES UPWARD, A CHILD, STAINLESS STEEL,
EVEN YOUR REFLECTION LIED, FLIED, BUT NOT
LIKE ANGELS…..
I FELL, YOU, WAITING TO SNARE, SNAG ME, AND SO
I LEARNED TO LOVE YOU….
ALL I HAD TO DO WAS FLOP, DROP, STAINING YOUR
MOUTH RED, AND YOU WERE FED….
NIGHTMARES BECOME FANTASY, YOU AND
I WASHED IN AFTERBIRTH…..
SPLASHES OF SEMEN ANOINT BACKWARD KISSES,
AND SO I BECOME MARY ALL OVER AGAIN……
*PICTURE GOT FROM PINTEREST, WHICH
INSPIRED THIS POEM*
PoeticDarkness 
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