In ink the muse is satiated
I cannot feed
I cannot weep
My pleasure comes
From the tip
Of a rusty blade
A single kiss in black
A purposeful flick of a damp cigarette
Ash fall scatters the inconsiderate souls
Seminally lick at the torn blisters on the soles of my feet
In the hope that one returns from grace
An indignant guise from a lifetime ago
I wear my love like a costume mirrored in shards
Several feathers remind
Less than console
The rain cannot wash the skin away
Cut with a rusty blade
Dream in like refractions until the sun goes down
Bury my soul in the palms of my hands as it begins again
Split tongue glides venus’s mound
Erotic pleasures distill the black in favour of different hue
Kiss sweet engourge this flesh
Tendrils of sin enshroud this heart torn in two
So it begins
A life less than deserved I take your life as my own
A single kiss in black