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
5 comments:
I wear my love like a costume mirrored in shards...that's a killer line.one among many.
Very interesting poem, dark and filled with emotion. I like it.
dang, the licking of the souls in hope of grace...that bit really jumped out at me man....nice piece....def full of emotion..
Bury my soul in the palm of my hand... great line. Powerful piece.
the line, a single kiss in black, is a powerful image ~
great depth of emotion ~
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