His hands secured around her head for support
It's her crown
Significant to the bi-weekly ritual of
crucifying her like Jesus.
His body connects to hers, collapsing like the twin towers
it's her gown.
She wears it every now and then,
When the eulogy is written for the peacekeeper.
His tongue moves against her collarbones like it's on a ledge
trying to commit
suicide.
What a beautiful death .