and you roll of my tongue like Spanish
in my mouth you taste delicious then you leave me famished
scantily mad
daintily had
forever needing not conceding
never feeding can’t and bleeding
in my mind’s mind I spent the time
to decorate recreate the walls
with a paintbrush of steel
I convinced myself
blood is beautiful




leaving behind the swirling screaming
sadness madness of my old young mind
smile softly into the shimmering
let go of the need to rewind
if smiling is a flower
and she was trapped in autumn
her morning has come
dew drops tear drops fall
and her rose lips open up to the sun