Sins and devils

I have bled myself into you
Smeared my lust and shame onto your pillowcase
I have rested my head
Full of sins and devils
Against the sharp bones of your shoulderblades
Growled my ecstacy into your flesh
Torn my passion into your skin
Ragged marks where I let myself go
I have cursed your name
As I wept inside your heart
As I imprisoned my poor soul
In your bloody cave of desire
We are such stuff as nightmares
Ghoulish phantoms who caw into the night
Who scream the air into submission
And are heard from only in the bitterest
Of wishes
We rest inside you, pulsing in your veins

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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