his devil lips
took from them
in
sips
he watches my form
pretending he
has
been born
scattering words center stage
trying on lovers
with fits
of
rage
welcome ladies
to my banning days
that my eyes
be
ocean swole
swirl in my bowl
they lap him with thier tongues
they are easily un strung
from playing
beautiful
tunes
to
dreading thier minds
into his room
that my prayers could escape the sky
listen as the smoke bellows
from his eyes
what part
of
you
would you like spread
your heart or that part
that scents blood
once
be
tween
your legs
watch for him to pick your next drip
hold his hand
as he helps you
slip
from
his
devil lips
?
...
..
.
they more than likely
will
...
..
.