Sunday 28 August 2011

Sticky

Your sweet tooth
twists my tongue,
your sweet tooth
makes me young.
As you choke
inside
my womb,
as you kiss
within
my mouth.

You're one thing
I am not.

You're one thing
I forgot.

You're one thing
I missed
in passing.

A minor worm,
wriggling,
as
you taste
the sour
lips of mine,
you forgot
the poison
that I bought.

So forgive me
when I tripped
beyond your wasted skin
of oily flesh.
Once, I truly believed you
were worth
your petals.
Once, I thought to sleep in your grave,
but only after I
tear
my heart out
in my Juliet
of shame.

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