I felt
so catatonic that each
  time I prayed
another  tooth would crack apart and shatter
like veneer.

the price
of begging.

boredom, dungeon master with a rigged dice  -

the game I lost because
I am a sucker for punched in cheek bones   with the same
  bliss as a knife

He has eyes, too gaunt to be an angel _
better suited as the damsel
yet
still

leave
me
beaten.

primrose hill, Buckingham palace,
long walk down pall mall
to **** .

I could have sworn you inspired.

Still,
red room violin legacy
for the wish of hearing my dollar-store wisdom
sung back at me,

your lips are as wanton as flies,
intention - mist on the moors,
oblique.
knowing only itself.