The Aboriginal Tango

Read my lips
I invite you
To dance this aboriginal tango
And when you're done
Perusing through red herrings
Take a bite
We'll trade them
Back and forth
Like a buffet for the senses
One to leave our stomachs empty

The ink will overflow
The blood will curdle
Then we can rub both of our
Coagulated slabs together
Over the fresh pages
Let them
Burn bright like we do
Pure unadulterated inspirations
Taboo in nature
Yet uncomfortable in our habitat

When out of place
We flop on mattresses
Like fish out of water
Yet we do not grasp for air
Only attention
Each others enablers
Turn this into a psychosis
Not an attraction
But a mental disorder
It couldn't be any worse
than love itself