My love, glides with cunning ease
Mockingly, provoking, faintly…
An incubus feeding off those who tease
As a freezing breeze gropes the unclothed remains saintly .

My greedy yearning, desires nothing less, but to drain
To fill the vast pitiless appetite of  bittersweet sin.
That sultry incubus is the only to blame
Each hasty face, each unknown sigh, recognizably invited in.

My crimson intimacy, defies a settled truce
Between two famished predators hesitantly hoping
To finally attain the succulent, lukewarm, juice
Attempting, clenching onto composure; groping.

Facing each other,  a mirrored image of one another
Unmoved by the lingering aromas of the, Other.

Diagnostic- Unknown*

Perhaps another cause of unknown blues
Induced by memories clenching to nerves
Fondling the withered mind
Withering...
withering...
withering away.
Fusing to her pores
Recycled from a whiff of intoxicated breath

Nails coated with anxiety
Eyes, dazed, drug heavy-peaking.

****** appetite?- unaffected

Patient rationality?- Logical
Distressed, but unnoticeable
Lost, but optimistically searching

Health History?- Discreet
Just a mere case of teenage disillusion

Nerves?- Resonating memory-filled-synapes

Lungs?- Intoxicated

Lips?- Sealed shut

Pores?- Perspiring nostalgia

Heart? Misunderstood emptiness
unknown ache