climb beneath the skin
and send your slivers
of icicle glass
to the inner crick
of my elbow--
suck on the bone and explode
in a shaolin spin
of blue and blinding wetness--
lick the slip that
trickles beneath my lobe
and never forget the pulse
shrouded in my ending.

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