Death and sex:
our lifelong shadows
supporting every act;
our bridges that take
us from womb to tomb,
and the beams of
emotion-cum-instinct
hold it all together.
You forgot to write,
so did I.
Our bonds broke
by the death of a
fairweather friend
no one came when he went.
but a lush long lust
burned and shined
up the heavens that night.
we're still bright under afterlife.
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