case study 01

coffee-burned tongue, i am warm skin
and autumn scented obvious intentions–
parted lips over new-brushed teeth
and languorous postures
between self-conscious glances
mouthing lyrics to someone else’s longing;

unbrushed hair, torn lips– bruised throat–
i am a canvas of corrupted pleasures,
proud displays of abuse splayed in finger- and toothprints
along expanses of flesh unused to tenderness
and demanding further misuse with arching spine,
with clenched jaw and mute whimpers

freud scratches his pate–
cummings’ pen devours the page,
and the great marquis smirks
over his nightcap:

nighttime wanderer across these cerebral ravines,
beware: i take no prisoners.
i capture lovers instead.

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