We couldn’t hear the wailings
of the betrayed nor the calm
breathing of the innocents.
Our heads thrown back
singing to Satan - you
wide open, over the baby
grand, on the stairs,
in your shower.
Always so hungry
never satiated - I adored
the taste of you -
the smell of you.
Much later we lay
rotting in the shadow
of our guilt.
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