l'appel tu vide

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unsnapped clasps

and arched backs

beneath fingers

the delicate

domes of the

sistine chapel

made of skin

screams that echo

through the night

whispered promises

and shuddered

blessings

that drift out of mind by

morning

artwork in the

human figure

that rivals

the striking glory of

michelangelan angels

soft skin sliding under

hands

like river water

nails digging into

fingers that grip

waists

fountains of

beautiful things

cascading from

lips of

silk

and eyes of

stars

and breaths of

spun sugar and

daylit honey

pupils blown wide

like

black holes

abysses

that make you

wrench your gaze away

lest you

drown in them

hurtle towards

the end

faster than

life has planned for you

lest you

gasp into the darkness

and exhale your

last breaths

lest you

let them pass judgement

on your sins

like man to his creator

at the end of time

lest your

stolen wishes

come back to haunt you

and the adrenaline high

pierce you

with a vengeance

that is matched

only

by the ferocity

of your

longing

to

throw yourself into the

darkness

l'appel du vide.

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