Haunted Paintings

We are authored by what we can never signature.
​Raw lust addicted and not allowed,
I falter...
​Your expressed anger and painful faces
​framed in eternal pause of pose.
​Your hanging contraptions snared me
in ponder's curiosity and wonder.
​My darkness was captured by your own
​and here we lay tangled in limbs and saliva.
​
See me in the corner of your eye, reach
for me and watch as I manifest in your grasp.
​Let my dangling diamonds fog and eves
​drop on your perverse words I so love to hear.
Unfair and guilted syllables you tempt. An arsenal
​of weaponry you possess against me and my
​dead morals.

In eagerness I am a pupil to your finger
​painting artistry. My body, your unsteady canvas
​convulsing in colored strokes never finding completion.
​Familiar showers of embrace, naked colors
washed, spiraling patterns of art on waters tiled floors.
​Blinded rightfully I'd be; pretending not to see
​this sin I refuse to rebuke. Drawn as magnet is to metal,
always returning by uncontrollable natures.
My perfume will surround your righteous bed beside her
and my whisper felt upon your vowed lips.
Lust being a merciless master whose whip lashes across my face.
​Only the guilt of my hands and the succubus upon my tongue can tame
​your violence and insatiable need in our twisted bed of
reassurance. Never can I be far from you, if my mind and thoughts
​are company to me. I am your unsigned work of galleries
​anonymity.
I now understand the purpose for these gifts of darkened paint
from water colored hands given.
They glare, watching and stalking me from my lone walls.
​Eyes that follow me down ownerships halls, unspoken words
haunt my most comforted place. Suspended by
mere nails and rope, a hint of fated inevitability perhaps?...
but the damage they do to me .......
such cruel genius.