Purity

you are so
terribly pure
you kill me
i cannot resist
dying for you
it is as if you
in a land inaccessible
to those chained
by stars and stripes
were made
by the greatest chemist
of the underworld
who dines with osama bin laden
and all the illuminati, too.
your skin is the color
of morphine
you bleed milk
can’t you see
you are not good for me
the smallest spoonful
is too much
yet i draw you up
i fill you with blood
and swallow you again
take you directly
into my heart
my brain
taste you
inside my tongue
hope only to die
one last final time

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