The rosy colour in your lavish cheeks,
opaque lips,
yearning for a touch,
yearning, dark red gloss like blood,
smearing over your face.
Let me drain the roses from you,
your pale chest heaving up and down,
dark and stuffy room,
street lanterns shining through the blinds,
intruding in our sadness,
smell of dust and fat and consumption
filling my nose.
Let me ravish you to the bone,
come crawling over the greyed out sheets,
come crawling for my worthless love,
leaving you cold and regretting
in the dark.
First published here.
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