Hiding in the great liar’s corona,
Your Judas lusts for you.
Desire a tear-shaped well
Forming only one touch:
His kiss, the missing trinity body
In a binary star system of deaths
Spiraling into frail collapse in his master’s lap.
But perhaps a savior less cruel
Would comfort the cool companion with hand on cheek
Would give him hints, Now be strong, Now be weak.


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