Liturgy of Modern Love: I & II

I

It is visceral, this feeling
Of memory, and mistake.
You have eviscerated yourself.
It was you who planted the kiss.

II

Simple aside: I have never enjoyed
Mouldy milk
With anyone
This much before.  I can’t recall, if so.

The blue cheese cooks a fire
Through the bread and butter and

I don’t mind the rain

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