11/12/10

Excused

I shutter in leather eyes lashes

Cuff me to black veins

Fool me into your prison

Cut me in your dungeon

I am the spy

Love me
In heart shaped locket

Keep me in your magazine article

Between news lines and spread

I am muted space

Between cherry red lipstick stains

Drawn in stitched panties

Made of lace.

Reach for me

Beyond wire rimmed lens


Dense imperfection

Music and conversation fades


I am beyond the crowds

In Contempt

Handcuffed to buttons

The way my smile creases your heart.


As I fade back into the distance



You smell me on your fingers.

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