Wax Poet

nibble on my skin until the bone shines
my serpentine silhouette painted on the wall
drag your thumb against my merlot-stained lips
lie on my linen and shed your skin raw

labyrinthine rumination subtly sipped away
escaping the flicker of bitter despair
our bodies a delirious rhapsody,
the trembling heroism of two souls laid bare

won't you sing with me 'til morning?


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