in the aftermath the addition was subtracted from the scented bathing of bodies in each others other. the moistness of flesh with the hardness of flesh with the strength of flesh on its softness. sticking skin on skin cemented humans mortared by their own heat in the wasteland frozen and melting on one side only. bound by cloth obligation and desire to stroke the fire wasting none nor tongues to permeate the elasticity of man. supple supplied sounds of spirit and the spirits on breath were spirited into soul by passage of the throat threatening to take the taste away so sinking teeth like ships into the morsel of opposition resistance and retreat ending in brutal defeat and the conquered took their prisoners with a smile and a sigh signifying the silent screams bottled up and shaken till the bottles begin breaking. stillness in the night. the field flowers where flourished power. wasting. wondering at the intent. the breach. the begining. the scent, always the scent. masked in musk heaved and huffed and breathed in lust. tempting trust. still inclined bathed in light arms inside of arms around torsos connected to shoulders running legs on legs and the valley filled by blood filled blood. nestled and dissolving.
SIXTEEN FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-TEN
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