The Warm Downward Spiral
"The Warm Downward Spiral"
"You’re a warm spoon
I’m hot honey."
he says,
"I know you are"
Ah, the warm welcome
downward spiral
The beautiful madness
takes hold
here in my room
with my
Incubus
love is a verb
spooning hot
honey
over
Blind Man
who now turns
he’s not running
Writes his story
on my pages
with his hands
bold kisses that burn
leaves rustling words
whispering over
pages of skin
Life’s luscious lips
burn their blistering
imprint
I run my finger
down his spine
I place my mark
to save that page
to read over again
and again
He’s a book not yet
fully read,
he’s a story in rough draft
progress yet to be written
sans edit
bold font
never ending
A loose mystery
bookmarked and bound
tight with Red ribbon
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.”
Anaïs Nin
"Here in My Room", Incubus
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IlPlKBXRHE
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2018
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