No name poemdeath will come for mein her green limousine -pink foams like glittering gloss on your lips,the smell of milk and blood,the absolute scent of yours,it makes me feel strangely peacefulbut this shake is mixed with repentance -I'm sorry you're leavingalong with the Laughing Priestessand won't come back - you will send me a piece of soap, won't you?I want to rub away your caresses,wash your tears and goodbyes off my skin,I want to be clean and cleansedafter your death - in a tiny box meant for shiny ringsI will send you gangrenous flakes of my skinso you can chew on them in the long early morningswhen everyone'