Crushed Stone for Silver Waves

I’m all chapped      what are your lips doing at that entrance      here is the softest flesh to test
against me      my monsters are tougher      they could have survived
          real ancient purges      don’t you know my species is no longer legitimate      are you
my…are you floppy enough to last      are your tendrils going the way for a new test of endurance
on
some
days these
thin fibres are
twinned tight like
a Pyre and this in fact
blundering & not funereal
I heap a dry spell on you      might we close this twice together      our
          question frosted     core  set and      fly not buzzed    are your tendrils  for
survival or                                      precarity the new order
our planned duet not any
longer a legitimate curse

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