let me not drink the soft sea
of your hair for I would willingly
drown, enveloped in the fragrant
tides, lost to the dark currents.
In stillness I flourish.
my heart is a monster
do not call to it with your sugared
words for once the bait is laid it will hunt
your wine stung lips; its hunger engorged
can only be spent in destruction.
only in deprivation can it slumber.
do not smile, I cannot bare the light,
but I would wallow in the pale moon
of your skin. the pitch pots filthy spew hide
the black holes of my eyes but can never disguise
what my hands want. feel your way inside of me
.
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