Mark van Tongele

DANCE WITH ME

Look at me embody me
keep me under control
colour my lenses black
kick me destroy me
don't leave me cold
tear the plate from my
breast don't be scared
of my skin smell
my sweat long for me
kiss me without lips lust
lick my metal tongue
clean clear the grind
from my joints send the blood
singing through my veins
make me happen turn
me into a god make me shine.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 20, 2019

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