& in the sweat-smeared mirror, sh's just not the same girl as she knows
beneath the scarlet the chalk the charcoal she's foreign to herself.
the wild-fire, the blood-lust fury are painted on by hand. skin that sears
white-hot has been tight-laced into a 2nd skin of leather & satin
& fur. her body snug in it's silver black silk cherry wine fug.
& with each gesture, she slices, she sparks, dark & electric, each look made
to bait to hook to snare but she never touches. her fingers remain
knotted about her hips & thighs, dipping into the small of her waist.
she eludes the simple, uncomplicated skin contact that would pin her
into place...
***** & in the end, all the pluses, all the minuses, were equal to the
same the words i said out of place the bunched fist
tight in your clenched face the taste of you.....
....i just wanted to become you
all night long i wear her ghost about me
she's ash; she's blood-roses
her scent is on me all night...
my flesh awakens beneath her touch
she ties me into her clothes until the lace
fire-brand my back - buttons me up; paints on
purple and black - her perfume stains my wrists
- i wear the stigmata like bracelets. her furs
spark needle sharp, burying in to my skin...
all night long i wear her ghost about me
she's ash; she's blood-roses
her scent is on me all night...
all night long her ghost burns about me
with a flame i would quench at its core,
caught at the centre of the glass
i would break i would smash
i would see her at my feet in pieces. unloose
myself untie each knot - all her skins
falling away & i would rebuild her
i would rebuild
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