Soles suede slide smooth on icy floors tonight
your mouth leaks spite like faucets rotten teeth
i saw you claw through clouds bathed blue and white
charm dies on islands mad with misfit boys
doomed days depend on dainty painted bells
red buckets fraught with sins in time for toys
cold crawls in midnight mirthful deep embrace
could beg you to believe me if I reasoned
your lies negate warm happy harlot faces
like shadows in dark corners of my dreams
invade me or deceive me as you please
just don’t pretend to be love’s mystery
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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