His Ecstasy

His Ecstasy

Lamps lay broken,
chairs upside down,
empty bottles,
torn clothes,
as if the world had shook.

Her nails digging in his flesh,
red, like the velvet she lays on.
Her taste in his mouth,
mixed with wine and cigarettes.
His ecstasy,
his morphine.

Time is a ghost,
bare and unmasked,
they are one,
they are alive.

-Saif.

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