Succulent moments linger
the absolution of memories
the forgiveness in the crave

I lie in torment wonder
wandering in this path of thought
your fragrance like a winter morn wind
blows my mind away still

I unconquered in the terra incognito
of the essence that is you
every moment I die in the memory
of the pleasures you have marked in my soul

these hands are not mine
they walked on you in bliss
they are but gifts
because the touch will always linger
in the memories
and in them I die happily again
a little death

la petite mort, mon ange
you are my little death machine

(c) 2015 allen simpson
inspired by the music of Diorama

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