You are still living,
Arteries intact
Opening wide
Like the fat fist of a geriatric Jesus.
Forget these new graves
Fresh flesh, the worms anticipate.
Convince me for
The piece of cake.
The seconds
The hot victory, sweat drenched
And satisfied in my mind.
The curves of your body.
Your glimmering mouth.
We will keep on living,
Because we can't stand dying.