Ecstasy

When
like an old friend
turning up at the door
after years
and nothing had changed
when
death whispered in my ear
like a lover
I arched my back
in sensual delight
and whispered the words
like I could feel
the knife
sliding in to my heart
and I groaned aloud
at the imagined
pleasure of it.

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