her delicate finger
creates the empire of obscene in her teacup
others look on with growing alarm
it spreads slowly onto the lace tablecloth
she sat in the crowded room
and with desperate chewing on lips
announced that with her silence
she had condemned all to live without her
i reached out and found her smile
but its cardboard folded under the weight
of a hundred conversations that all took place
in the first moments our eyes touched
inadequate to the feral beast
her pristine face in the candlelight
fragile as bone china
and just as sharp when its broken fragments
lodge in the mind
seeping into the eye
she took me in her arms
slow dance in unison
with the grease lights flickering
and the hot tacky feel of cake
the stages floor creaks ever so softly
beneath her delicate foot
precursor
her finger traces the lines of all the futures
all the things we should be
and all the things we left behind
the stain grows
it is a madness in her mind
it consumes her
her sharp fragments
are scattered all over the dark corners of my life
her delicate finger
creates the empire of obscene in her teacup
and i hungrily drink of its poisoned soup
thirsting for its sharp teeth
and its dark *****
her delicate fingers
are writing my doom