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 color

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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