A Catatonic Simian
Ex-Bluelighter
When you bite
your lip
before a kiss
pre- feast tigress,
it lights
me.
Anticipation drums
long fingers on
my skin.
But you know
this.
What passes between us
at those moments
is frameable
during the interlude of
our playing.
I rewrite dreams, only to
include you.
As those who
went before are reduced
to cameo.
Little mention.
Solid framed once,
flimsy ash
now
as I self combust at
the thought of
you, arsonist of
my soul.
It's your fire,
fuelled by my yearning
that brings the flame.
Quell it with your
tongue, speak no
words.
I hear you anyway.
You're glamorous,
perfumed,
picking at your faults
with a spear of
self analysis.
Lay them out like soldiers
blindfolded for execution.
Bang bang
you're dead
gorgeous.
your lip
before a kiss
pre- feast tigress,
it lights
me.
Anticipation drums
long fingers on
my skin.
But you know
this.
What passes between us
at those moments
is frameable
during the interlude of
our playing.
I rewrite dreams, only to
include you.
As those who
went before are reduced
to cameo.
Little mention.
Solid framed once,
flimsy ash
now
as I self combust at
the thought of
you, arsonist of
my soul.
It's your fire,
fuelled by my yearning
that brings the flame.
Quell it with your
tongue, speak no
words.
I hear you anyway.
You're glamorous,
perfumed,
picking at your faults
with a spear of
self analysis.
Lay them out like soldiers
blindfolded for execution.
Bang bang
you're dead
gorgeous.

