Saturday, September 10, 2011

guilty pleasure

to live is to die
to die, to live
to love you is to crumple my emotions,
and to drain all the good, sweet water
that floods my cavities
but somehow, your eerie and pernicious glamour
draws me closer to a tide of bitter bile
welling up inside your voracious mouth
lethargy overcomes my senses
my spirit is crossing the bar
with one wave of your bony finger,
and a wink of your glassy eye,
a puny voice inside my head compels me
to strip myself off my defenses
to lie in your arms, to feel you in between
my legs, to melt in your mouth.


16 July 2002
Tuesday

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