Sensuous unsheathing of a meatseeking sabre
Hate love’s closest neighbour and willing colloborator
After the war, Love suffered a deserved head shaving and public shaming
My bedsheets damp with rapesweat, baited breath
Chimneysweep watching through a casement sunset aflame
Through a peephole while we sleep
Vents wide enough to permit the passage
Of some determined creeper
Some erstwhile creature permanently in the ape sway
Of his baser features.
Alchemisland 
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