II

Which you Is actually True? And why Are there Two Of you? Are there More Of you In store? Even More Doors Than before? How many Encores Can one Girl endure? Which you Do you Prefer? Which one Is dilute? Is either One pure? Of the Two you That be Which one Is simplicity? Or […]

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flirtation in the third person

  She drinks to herself Until dazed with liquid mischief A hedonist that fiends for the libertine A voyeur of her own volition She stares into the abyss and the abyss Blows back suggestive kisses As if— It already knows She belongs to lands of agony To vermillion bridges With ledges that dare lover’s to […]

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of forbidden visions

simplicity, a white ermine visits cemeteries in disrepair concealed in wisps of speckled pelt rare and gossamer masked she’s a darling, winged little deity slackened on the velvet isolation of obsolete death here she imbibes, in strange excess among the harmlessness of moonlight from a carafe of devil’s kiss empowered in the absence of piety and […]

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anything for a good time

the crucifix dangling in that crevice / guarding the gateway / at the rendezvous of his collarbones / when pressed just right / revealed a shiny little switchblade / protruding from the feet of Christ / and when he dared me / to trace my tongue along its length / I thought heaven help me / […]

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