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Red and gray soaks into the cloth and flesh and carpet
Tang of metal, salt
Flows from your mouth like the Styx at dusk...
Cherry glowing in a nest of black
flares, brightly, then loses color and dies.
Glide across the room
silent rustling of cloth on flesh on carpet
sit on the bed.
Breathe.
Stand up slowly
Wait for the world to follow
Turn your head, see the colors smear.
Reach down to your pants
Slide the barrel out
run your fingers on its hard shaft
Neon orange and black pictures
run through your head as you
touch it and think of the future
Slide it in your mouth
Warm from transferred heat
Tongue flicks over it, exploring...
The rain outside patters down,
watering the unkempt lawn,
soaking away the pain of a decade.
Droplets on the window
inside and out
Rainbow of colors from reflected light
and stains of a life...
Eyes twitch.
Muscle spasm.
Lead ejaculation.
Love's experiment tried and failed.
-Nikolai Faaland
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