the rind falls off
of the fruit
exposing
the rotten soft flesh
of putrefaction
a sickly sweet smell
of sugar
mixed
with decay
rancid
like the sickness
that affects
every living thing
in microscopic bursts
of entropic
intoxication

kiss me
like we are not
slowly
falling apart
ravish me
as every cell
breaks down
ligaments tear
flesh slides
from pitted bone
two corpses
grinding one another
to dust
as the world ignores
our desperate pleas
for salvation