Sugar And Poison Poem by Kevin Patrick

Perfumed fragrant with delight
Activates my southern plane
Though I most prefer propane
The wealthy stench of metallic flames
Caressing my nostrils inhaling cancerous dames
Trading jasmine for oleander; and apple pie for asbestos
Vixens in nylons that juggle horns with their halos
Denigrate my dignity to achieve my greatest insecurity
All Behind locked doors, were virtues lost in sentiment

I’ll be acting tough, only if you play me rough
Discard the pleasantries and the romantic fallacies
That are the obstacles of hunger buried in the loins
Neglecting mammal habitations for primordial felicitations
So let’s just skin our lips and handshake tongues
Wrist cuff our hips too moonlight the floor
Exploring mouths and the new sensations of saliva
In the world of our eyes, where the secrets all die
Through the rhythm of throbs, we bait the language of lust
Gesticulating groans, sweat burns and atrophies
In this insatiable intimate exercise

We’ll make amusing interludes charting fingers on our navels
Though if you can’t hold me tight, then you’ll never get me right
Make sure to keep the chains on, or I’ll be drifting in night’s song
For I can only feel you close, when you scratch the dermis loose
Heaving vulgar tongues of arsenic expressions
Emptying the gutters with insolent and curse opinion
No flower girls or princes of anachronistic deceptions
Just a dirty mother, I would sleep in a Hells arctic dungeon

For love is not a picnicked summer
But a games deceit of chosen power
With sugar and poison, though give me the poison
It enriches the lessons and heals wounds quicker


Can we go again?