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There you are 
you’re sitting down 
feet planted firmly on the ground
staring at a blank screen 
wrists held just so, 
your anxiously poised
ready to go 
writing all that you have inside
your blinking 
liquorice windows

All you are hearing 
is white noise
fingers tap tap tapping away
your travelling solo
Capricorn north of the Equator
You’re no Miller and 
she’s an ego full of Jean Harlow 
batons on Revolution Drums poised
a frosty sharp tongued 
Southern Revelator with a mind 
a runaway train on the run 

She tears your soul bit by bit
her wings cover your loneliness 
her sharp beak drawing 
deep claret your blood
like a syringe under your skin
you’re split
a vacant blurred line between hearts
now from a distance her stories are 
tattooed on your skin 
SHE, writes on your naked body
the word,
“FORBIDDEN”

Recklessly like 
a publishing house 
she opens wide 
your covers plants her mark
she imprints your leaves 
measures your spine
A blind man willing to learn
won't ever run
her night time turns 
your mornings into sun
renders your pages loose,  
you come undone

Soft suede cover of darkness
The darling Succubus drinks 
you like your her last
communion cup
she plunders your silk
you call her in 
with your open arms
you embrace her unknown face
between your palms
a conversation in your mind 
she’s all naked ambition 
there you smile eyes cloudy
Sweet rapture’s disgrace

Sleep is your haunting crypt
a feeble attempt to escape
but not yet, you lie there 
alone whispering her name in the dark 
your hands empty 
yet you are still busy
on cerebral waves
she rides your heat, 
she’s a silent scream 
an engima depraved
you taste her lips 
Limoncello escape 
one minute you are in Hell
the next you're in bliss
 
Her tendrils of thought 
wrap around you, 
her slick hot ink envelops you
her words are written on your body
she speaks through your dreams
Octopus legs and arms open wide
in your sea grass silver green
verdant mind
black her words 
spread o’er your skin
you’re in heat lying spent
you are now ragged, your fingers tap tap tapping
“she's supine and she's non-contretemps”

Black ribbons of ink
Words read and written on skin
Tattoo’s burned a message imprint
You climb her mountains 
The Psycho Paths of her mind
the Range of her sweet contempt
lips parted
a velvet kiss
All sweet honey 
then you swallow 
her comfort divine so reckless
she speaks in tongues
your cryptic Limoncello temptress 


(LadyLabyrinth/2018)


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