Dirty_

Part 1

Breathless, I am. Breathless, She.

The lust. The rage. The want to need.

To lie. To lie. To lay. Inside.

The violin’s rage, my heart strings cry;

they rub and moan and fuck and grin.

She breathes. She cries. She peaks. She sins.

She tells me, she is on the brink.

She stammers, she lows, we quake – we sink.

The ash, it rises, from mortal rest.

The dust, it settles, upon her breast.

One last dance, I know there’ll be.

Will I sway, or will she bleed?

Part 2

If darkness swayed, would light provide,

the ballast, the song, the night’s horizon.

If stars were still within its breath,

would orbs be statued in black tide’s breach.