Private Scandal

Sunday, April 23, 2017

You wear the light
That you stripped from a candle
A bite of shadow on your guilty lips
You turn the night
Into your private scandal
You call it a bourgeois eclipse

You show me your naked arrogant body
And say I should not resist
Because when the tide rises high
To see why the waves rush to die
It finds them crushed at your feet

Then I'm swept away by your ocean
And washed ashore on your sheet
Where indiscreet devotion
Satisfies your sweet greed

So I kneel down, I try
I hear the sirens
Sing their cruel lullaby
I hear the church bells
Ring an outraged outcry
While I sink my teeth in
And feed from the flesh of your thigh

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