My Daily DeathMature

For this, I die daily....

I died again today,
and as in all the other deaths you found me,
tangled in my new lovers embrace with
his seed yet drying upon my thigh, and I
drenched in his scent.
And I, coming to, grasped your nail scared
hand, as you touched it to my breast...again,
and eased your rose scented breath into my being...again.
Then in silence you covered my nakedness
With your white robe and drew me up to be carried
home, where wild berries and jasmine remove my stench
as I am washed clean, baptized in love water.

The End

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