woensdag 28 september 2011

the anti-muse song (the cabinet of spirits part II)

i will not be your muse

let you

fill your fountain pen with my spirit

you sucked up when i was asleep

wrote your words from my hands

spinning tales from my hair

your song the shape of my groins

i will

swallow my words speaking backwards

my fluids flowing back to me

my kiss so dry

your tongue pulls back in fear

my lust inhaled

safe in my chest

my nipples, soft

my breath all mine

the sheets not crumpled

pluto back in the sky

i was never there

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