Your cold shoulder blades (poem)

I adored

your cold shoulder blades

the hollow of your back

the low line of your chest

the length of your sadnesses

and the hypogeum of my weaknesses scattered along the way

I lit then an incense

that tasted of your skin

and I inebriated myself with

the ochre

the bronze

and gold

I drank your poison

it was only a small miserly sip

that in the dark I extorted from you

a drop of fetid love

a dirty and lowly imitation

A beautiful lie garlanded with promises of honey that too late revealed itself

A game

A cancer

An evil

Incurable

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