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O, Ink
On my tip, abandoned clean
a spark of joy begins to gleam
shivering, as I renew
the filthy words it puts in you
sheets enwhite as we connive
the only way I stay alive
going back to all your black
for another heart attack
o, ink
I know you're no good
but your worst is all I need
o, ink
down the blackness of your hood
my misdeed ascends to feed
o, pen
drip about our acts of shame
we'll find their pride in your encore
o, pen
our hatred is a losing game
won in some unholy war
my gasping pages, lustings unfed
inhale my fingers in gluttonous moans
to swallow the envy encreased in your bed
crawling with wrath in the core of your bones
as fierce as the greed that severs my head
in the sloth of a morning that wakes up alone
o, ink
does your fluid know me now
lining the bumps of my solid's tattoos
o, ink
loud are the sighs that curse and avow
weaker than silence, but stronger than you
o, pen
I can only hold you pressed
releasing the rage I kept on the shelf
o, pen
the generous night had you possessed
label me selfish, I can't help myself
my hands, your necklace
your sins, repentance
my laughter, your tears
your breath, disappears
o, ink
roll in the filth that reeks of your glee
o, pen
only enclosed will you be free
o, pen
open your knees
o, ink
oink for me.
a spark of joy begins to gleam
shivering, as I renew
the filthy words it puts in you
sheets enwhite as we connive
the only way I stay alive
going back to all your black
for another heart attack
o, ink
I know you're no good
but your worst is all I need
o, ink
down the blackness of your hood
my misdeed ascends to feed
o, pen
drip about our acts of shame
we'll find their pride in your encore
o, pen
our hatred is a losing game
won in some unholy war
my gasping pages, lustings unfed
inhale my fingers in gluttonous moans
to swallow the envy encreased in your bed
crawling with wrath in the core of your bones
as fierce as the greed that severs my head
in the sloth of a morning that wakes up alone
o, ink
does your fluid know me now
lining the bumps of my solid's tattoos
o, ink
loud are the sighs that curse and avow
weaker than silence, but stronger than you
o, pen
I can only hold you pressed
releasing the rage I kept on the shelf
o, pen
the generous night had you possessed
label me selfish, I can't help myself
my hands, your necklace
your sins, repentance
my laughter, your tears
your breath, disappears
o, ink
roll in the filth that reeks of your glee
o, pen
only enclosed will you be free
o, pen
open your knees
o, ink
oink for me.
Published 14th Jul 2019
Author's Note
This is a poem about having sex with Amy Winehouse. Many of her songs have been mentioned throughout the piece, and true fans will most definitely notice. Others can simply look up her discography. I wrote this to give her my own type of goodbye. To me, she was pure sex. Also, it was made to resemble a simple 'writing process' to anyone that will miss the context and this explanation.
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