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Memento Mori

She lets me know

I’m just a man

Prone to taking

Myself too seriously

And she smiles

Something in my chest

Realises it is free to


She sinks into

My flesh

Like heat

Moving in such a way

I picture her naked

This capacity

For life

Like God is in the room

When I kiss her

But she’s a memento mori

And a celebration

Not on a pedestal

Or pandered to

But I tell her

Through my actions

How I feel

By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here:

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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