my intent escapes like steam
hissing through a radiator vent

i bite my lip instead
retracing the stains
of hungry ghosts

ferrous and ferocious

made sharp in the absence
of murmured elation

made heavy from years
of salacious thirst

made a home

along the sine wave
undulation of every kiss

a thread being fed
through the eye
of an electrical storm

that pricks the pad of
a hushing finger

an inhalation

a thin line of blood
filling my mouth
with warmth

05/03/2016

Posted on 05/03/2016
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