the curves of your lips
belie the infamy of your smirk
leave your smear on my glass
drug me and drag me into your heart
drug me and tear me in two
tell the wind to die down- there's only us around

who to believe? my mind or your body?
the shell looks like you
but, lover, the slime
is patently mine

the shattering of a dance
each moans an interruption
such disregard for etiquette

so, who plays the choke-wire and who plays the throat?
she who strums the chord monopolizes the notes

when selfless spells cast breaking glass
and you can't believe your eyes
believe mine
when the wind dies, the wine runs dry
my face is no more that for which you cry
you're dying even if you're not real

06/15/2016

Posted on 06/15/2016
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