From Your Lips-For M
from your lips the light drips
what you are trying to hide
is beginning to seep out
I can see it puddling
on the floor
the secrets of the damned
are hiding from the sun
eyes squeezed shut
try to hold them in
your shadow slips to the floor like a fist
deep shades dancing
with the days old whores
aggressive eyes, swinging hips
bright against the black abyss
Copyright © Robert Sciasci | Year Posted 2012
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