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Dark Poetry #4

Famished

shatteredsilver
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since 2005-03-31

Posts 63
middle of nowhere

0 posted 2007-01-26 08:19 PM

Famished

Your lips are chapped;
two sideways tears
radiating from the bow of your lips,
and I find that,
like the treatment I give myself,
wincing as each piece of flesh
disconnects from the rest,
I want to see the slow pull
of flesh from flesh
as you pull the dying skin
from your lips.

I find myself wanting,
watching the blood well
in such shallow depressions,
to press my lips to yours
in an almost chaste kiss,
letting blood bubble and stain
both my lips and your own;
then lick it off, turn this into
a greedy, open-mouthed kiss,
and claim all taste or memory
of blood from your lips.

I am hungry
for your mouth.
Let me taste it.
I shall feast upon it.

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