you make me feel naked
your breath suffocates
your lips teases
i swallow your warmth
and mistake it for
love.
you've become my
addiction
my vice.
my fingertips reach for more
liquid love
in stain-glassed windows.

crawl into

the miasmic recesses

of my conscience

cease this torture

of delusions and disease

become my

criminal consciousness.

under the clouded moon

lets spend the hours

in unrestrained tumult

like withered leaves

careening wildly down

into turbulent streams

of perverse

corruption

this burning

do you feel…