sulfuric

The sulfuric acid dripping from your tongue
is a rather charming ink
and that corrosive swing
of blatant impulse
quivering just past delusion
is beyond exhilarating

I feel I must confess
nude emotion bares no modesty
for the shivers forever imprinted
by a pair of twisted lips
trailing faint goosebumps with sweetened bitterness
and shamed desires
across flushed imagination

a cheshire mindset
suites the acquired taste
of an ambiguous poet
whose eccentric fingers
remain firmly electrical taped
in fear of paper cut encryption

I'm not much for romanticism
but I'm still a woman
attracted to the instability
of a sulfuric compound chemically imbalanced
and gradually eating away at my psyche
in that charming manner