tattoo

there are bits of you
hidden under my skin
my tongue baptized
by liquid fire
time stood still
in the moments
that you showed me
the meaning of desire

---

Hitting publish on a draft from 2018.

Fuck It Energy in 2021.

The Cut

sharp as the memory

of a stolen kiss

a tongue cold as a blade

locking lips with the abyss

fingers that rove like mad dervishes

parting skin, digging in

spinning, gyrating, lodged into crevices

to reach deeper and touch the sin

the whispers that lacerate

with the force of winter

leaving the mouth with a bloody taste

gritted teeth, each breath a splinter

this cut will not heal

it will only fester and bleed

till we refuse to feel

and watch a want become a need

---

Papercuts all over my hands. 

The Eye

A floating orb

All seeing

Unblinking

Filled with rage

A question 

Bleeding through

A vision

Turn the page

Radiating

A dying sun

Darkness enveloping

Step up to the stage

Focus

On the focus

Tunnel vision

Engage

---

2021, no more hindsight.