Black ribbon
needs driven
stockings and suspenders
it’s mad our endless drive
for sex
black rimmed specs
A sexually active secretary
bends into an awkward pose
one you have chose
to fore fill your fantasy
Baring all
her vulva a coin slot
waiting for an offering
her ass like a forbidden fruit
In which to shoot
Your shot
your seed
in a garden of need.
Chained through your timelines
you say release you from the curse
the curse of loving me.
I know the bite of your mouth
the viscous vicious nature of your tongue
We both see things from only our point of view
a blood red hue.
You try to reach me through the crowd
Sometimes I hear you loud
and sometimes you whisper
like the wind
This is my curse to know the truth
while in denial
there is no proof
I fight a desperate battle to be heard
maybe you will one day.
In the overtones of songs are the echoes of the promise we made
over every grass blade
our delirium
our love
our blood song curse
we are chained to the words we have said
they flow in our veins
I am your twin flame but we are caught in tragedy
separated
by lies
and our clones who stand as jealous spies
You are the light in my eyes
the only one.