dotgraph
Jul 13, 2009 22:47
Doze on unfocused and untouched
Press on me
Umbilical cord tied to the spiked bars
I'll let you
My crib of thorns
Turn me heathen
Now only slipping poison
Chimes my mind
Pushing through my lungs
It knows what I wish
I can taste it
What I won't admit
Because I want you
You've awoken me
To destroy me
Finally
love,
dotgraph,
every other line,
sensuality,
end,
sex,
split,
taste,
two ways,
awake,
sleep,
finally,
premission