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your taste in the back of my teeth.

we, one voice pleading, unraveling

Softly your soul dances in harmonic melodies of -A Forest, by The Cure, in my quiet garden, an ardent sin soaked sour sweat fills the air like tulips in the park, a poet drunk on spring in the graveyard of your heart…

I twitch like a marionette to the sound of your voice, poetry, the heartbeat of the night

Like the spots -stars, on a black orchid, whispering, in a silent shadowy language that only the stars on the roof understood, plant me, like a poem on your lips, in your garden where Eden is a cemetery that we run like feral night creatures through…

of what ancient eroticies have you woven into charms? danger awaits in the stone garden, heavy with the scent of seduction

Curves -thick, like blood bathed bones hair like a murder mind like a hatter who was I to deny her asylumatuc screams…

half-feral, half-forgotten, with spring pulsing in my chest

and there she was in an Appalachian diner -red top counter, tea in a lipstick stained cup, the sun gleamed through the salt stained windows onto her spoon, O how I do like shiny things, her eyes in the night under the moon…

kafka

bewitched, nightshade & sorrow upon thistle- he filled my throat with black feathers & omens

poet -a tragic effigy…

You are the æther of poetry -beyond the plain of my garden, a wild flower bloom of aster, we are in the dirt, breeding…

Pine bones -like, swan boats, daisy chained for eternity, the poetry of our grave…

Her smile -like, henbane to the soul, hallucinating silence in the voice of a dogwood bloom, the garden is dark and quiet waiting for her feet to dance with Venus in the rain…

Bring me the fire that burns -like a raging sea, in your soul, still, like a faun in the innocence of the slaughter…

How lovely the flesh a breath of that cemetery and beauty - beauty is grotesque standing next your form…

the stain of cracked concrete beneath my boots-behind me, wildflowers riot, crushed petals, mutiny

of gravedirt & those that whistle at night…

You taste like lightning and incense…sandalwood, smooth like vinyl melting under my tongue