LET ME WHEN
LETTERS NO LONGER LEAP AND DANCE
FROM THE ALPHABET ONTO MY NERVE-SKIN
PAGES;
LET ME WHEN
WHISKEY NO LONGER WARMS AND WHISPERS
IN WIT-WHETTED WORDS OF WILLING WOMEN;
LET ME WHEN
THE STING AND SALT OF A STRANGER'S TEARS
CAN NO LONGER LACERATE MY HEART;
LET ME WHEN
FLESH SWEETER THAN MY OWN
NO LONGER WRITHES AND REVELS UNDER ME;
LET ME THEN
HAVE DIED BEFORE THEN.
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