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Tongue of Angry Bones - with Betty

Wilting garments
of the petal's flesh
skins this new need from my angry bones
 
and you reach one
finger to touch
my cheek,
like it’s a
decadent flower
of the orchid's oboe
 
but my dead-girl eyes
arouse you
in shiny new ways
as I pin up my hair
and sink
breathlessly
surrendering
 
to the tongue
 
(quiet sigh)
 
You give me some fancy
bullshit like
‘the solstice keyholes
the ink's dark quill’
 
when I just want to fuck
like a fallen angel
covered in spines
 
and you,
in rapt adoration
of amorous hemophilia
pull me closer,
fading to pale
as you bleed out
against my
unkind mouth
 
I shine
in shadows
of the naked inkwell,
and the fetish of
my teeth on your
chaotic flesh
a new ritual spell
 
Give me darkness
 
Show me how
even Venus
gets dicked over
when freeing the
lotus of
a darkening hell
swells beneath the
Ovid metamorphoses
 
my body thrashes
a typhoon
weakening
the sake
of sanity
 
And you claw
at words
like a lost soul
influencing the
raptures of seance  
 
but I am a corpse
without a ghost
and I leave
 
the wilted
orchid
 
at your grave
Written by adagio
Published
Author's Note
Thank you Betty for collaborating.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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