a pinpoint realisation...
the pain around you is exquisite 
in its own right
there is beauty in death
life pumps through in crimson overtones
to release in miniscule slits is 
to remind 
to symbolise
to rejoice in seductive ecstacy

fine nails raze downward
soft toungue laps
minute warm droplets
seasalt like sweat
rich like wine
heavy heady engulfing
take, drink
mein kommunalgeschenk
no religious bastardisation
better than this purity