Her eyes    f
closed     o
             r    y,  mine; only 10.
          e    t
       t     i
     e    n
        r
Can you feel
the breath      o    s    i
of                 l   in   n
   me:        c    ?    g
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┃╭━╮┃                    ╭╮
┃╰━━┳━━┳­━╮╰╋━━╮
╰━━╮┃╭╮┃╭╮┳┫╭╮┃
┃╰━╯┃╰╯┃┃┃┃┃╭╮┃
╰━━━┻━━┻╯╰┫┣╯╰╯
         ­                           ╭╯┃
                                  ­  ╰━╯

I will fall on cold earth minerals
                  deposited by you
long void of insides
              this aperture is at it's widest
heart visible like a flower
  to be plucked
  but to departure ...
  a black dove

Love tongue
in cheek,
inside;
shiny teeth:
fry up your gristle,
having guests tonight;
we dine, play with our food
and display
fine raiment.
Glimmering pearl trinkets,
strung up on chains;
gifts from oral cavity:
pass a napkin?
please and thank you
all the same.

I want to **** your bee ing,
with horrible grammar
and my; punk
                       punk
punKtuation.'":,;?!

Guideline this and guideline that
I WILL ****** YOUR ******* HAIKU STANDARD
steal and sell your OxfErd coma,
coma, comma.
This is my world;
I OWN IT.

Come, prize this serpentine tongue;
in where men have been known to vagabond.
Why fancy so  l   o   n   g
                               in secret?
Only to deny your landscape,
unto barren desert.
Dared to venture these dark hallways,
where knocked on doors would be answered;
yet your desire remains tussled.

Peeking into my window
making love to my skin
you bring about a smile
soon you will hide
for what will seem
like an eternity
my truest friend
covered in thick cloud
you lose to the cold
I will wait patiently
for your return

◄Tongue
        wielded
               like a knife
                   ******* vocabulary
                       without remorse
                         I penetrate your breastplate
                     with a surgeons hand
                 I dig deep
              into where soul resides
                just to etch
                  my name
                     over your spirit

I never read books
  in my earlier years;
     to learn of
        ***** placement:
           I just dig in & make a span;
       of chaos without reason.
    Left behind, victimized;
I'm proud of what I do:
  if you survive; time heals a lot,
     but I really hope you don't.

I always figured
  there was something
something deeply wrong
with me
   but then I come here
to see
that there is
more of something wrong
with all of you
   I suppose misery loves company
or so I have been told
  but I would know of no such thing
    as all of my company
is buried
by sore shoulders

Waiting patiently
for you
in the dark
that place you
                 dare
                 not
                  go
                  to
                  bash your reservations in
                  like a piñata
devour you whole
as the *****
I was meant to be
you were borne unto me
to die in my arms
tonight