Guarded is the heart,
when tenderness touches the surface,
as water sizzles as it burns.
...
Temptation, addiction, sorrow, pain.
Darkness lifts as the light burns the tip
of my cigarette.
It folds like an envelope into the tunnel of tobacco,
...
Give me an egg for breakfast
that,
when I crack it,
pours forth a golden sphere
...
And when the silver blade slices through my purple skin,
red smoke and trails of blood curl around my vision.
...
Wrap a scarf of the purest silver
around her black curls.
...
I am seduced every night,
as black paints over my white desk,
my stained carpet,
cloaking my closet in darkness.
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