PINS AND NEEDLES

From your ashes

I was raised

And there I always seek help;

Blew shapeless kisses

Into the night

Hoping that they reach

Your flushed cheek’s curving slope

And stain melted skin

With a rotting peck’s

Feverishly bruised

Hope,

 

Desire hums a wicked tune

As you slither

To the beat;

Ears deaf to all

But the screech

Of your coursing blood,

 

Drove me blind

With the vision

Of your naked back

And dumped my crushed

Remains

Under a bled-out pestle and mortar,

 

And when your swollen lips took me

Hostage

I lost all the senses

That drove me back

To you.

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