Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

July 23, 2010

Secretary

Filed under: Text — Lilac @ 5:42 pm

It doesn’t take much though I waited in terror for you, and what perversion you might want. Cool summer evening, a dress. You’re perfection shaking in my arms. You’re beautiful half-undressed, drinking tea in black jeans. Next morning miles away I wake out of sleepy dreams of your come and sweat; I want to swallow every drop of excess, each thought and whim. Profanity is that which is too sacred to acknowledge.

Silence and whisper. I lick liquour into your tongue, a tiny almond witchfire.

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