If I had a fly
for every beautiful smile that
was cast my way,
I would have a swarm
around a corpse,
full of twisted hearts and
wishes unmade.

All things fall victim at the end
of a cigarette ****

like my will

quivering

as smoke leaves your lips.
Waterfalling,

out pours my will.

I start to wonder what sin
tastes like again as
Valerie

gives me a drag,
lipstick stained.

All things fall victim
at the end
of a cigarette ****,
and

of lips blood red that
laugh at
smoke
that escapes from teeth...

that would tear your skin happily.

Valerie's lipstick would smear
down your
neck
as
my teeth
carve the stone that make it.


You don't know what the light did to me.


The bold shadows
that shaped
your
,already,
stone polished neck...

Those same shadows covered my eyes...


And what I found in my
shallow lenses of Valerie's
was...


Your cherry blossomed lips
and breath petals
moving
left my skin

wet to the touch.

And still hot

from the sin...