Stranger's Kiss

Rain pounding
risk my only way
The Stranger sounding
beyond the depths of day.

The ghost of a child
that should have been
womb defiled
by hesitant sin.

The Stranger stands
caught in Never-Life
heavy the hand
that holds the knife.

Love proscribed
strange sweat and lust
nectar imbibed
but never trust.

Give what I can
take less than I need
adhere to Man
and The Stranger's greed.

Breath on breath
tongue on tongue
solace in Undeath
my song still unsung.

Weeping wounds
leap from wrists
cocooned in my room
within The Stranger's kiss.

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