When the Sun Sets and You Dream of Me (A Poem of Your Dark and Twisted Fantasy)

by Anthony Olabarrieta

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Life is a garden and

my tears jump into

the abyss.

The salty waters

of suicide

cloud its river and wind.

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Life is a labyrinth

of molasses and

thorns,

and the aching

sunrise is clouded by

promiscuity.

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Lie with me and

I'll die between

your legs—

I am a prince in the vice

of the peaks of your

breasts.

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I know the

saccharine

decadence of your

flesh

consumes me in a

blasphemous orgy

of unity.

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The night yawns as the

morning wakes;

dream a life and drink

from my blood.

Freedom is a

distant memory.

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As I become your dark and

twisted fantasy—

sweet pain, my light,

my love;

a blade and a cup

will seal our bond.

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Your thoughts

drown

in bliss

At the idea

of you

undressing me—sooner or

later.