immorality

I love the sin of you
pulsing through my veins
bleeding out my pores
spilling into the midnight air
like arsenic laden second hand smoke

We breathe together
me into you
and you into me
leaving no room for anything
that isn’t art

I fall apart on the sidewalk
like molten wax
into the creases of you
and in the momentary warmth
we are whole
before I fade and crack
and am kicked into coloured dust
by oblivious pedestrians
that would wrench me from your grace

It is lonely on the right side
on the side that worships the light
where I’ve become a rebel
without a backbone
my squeaks of protest unheard
as I lie crumpled in the corner
with no one to shake me out
of myself and back into the darkness

They tell me to aspire
to be a good person
but fuck them, I don’t I want to be
I don’t want to be sunshine and rainbows
with a God complex cocked and loaded
to blow out the consciousness of anyone
that contests this obedient existence

I crave the sin of you
pulsing through my veins
bleeding out my pores
spilling into the midnight air
like arsenic laden second hand smoke
killing everyone we pass
until the only ones left
are the ones we’ll go to hell with

© Indie Adams 2014