slicing up my skin
my vein
clenching my fist
pumping my arm
puncturing it
sliding it in
deeper
inject it

an orgasm
a delight
a daydream
an experience of no other
a highlighted colour
a god-blessed Mary

my soul intertwines
with the tree trunks
and pathways of arteries
within my flesh

I release
let go
fall backwards
upon the mattress
explore it
feel it
pump no longer

and then
I pass away
at the sound of a doorbell
ringing
ringing

buzzing in my ear...




© 1997 David Greg Harth
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