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mood for love hotel
sinister are passion’s eyes
lure me from the shadows
carve your runes in my skin
like the Picts; conscript
the refugees of my desire
candles sulk in votive glass
scent of lotus, incense burning
seductive in cheongsam
trouble comes disguised as lust
like a Shanghai honeymoon
rusted knight, fallen soldier
my battles are mapped
in etches beneath my eyes
cool hands caress my cheeks
brave fingers tracing scars
she declares in dire whisper
your face is so hideous
that it is beautiful
moon of ivory, muted stars
song inflected on a harp
temptress lips are absinthe
hold me close, the night is quick
a lonely dawn will rise
false lover, come to this:
break my heart with a kiss...
(Art: Christer Stromholm)
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