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THE VIOLINIST
Omitted the game you play
Speared through as lines erased
Written to colour the grey
Upon this page you splay
Your tempest comes for me
With words of Baroque you play
I deliquesce in shape
Your sonorous embrace
Silk beguiled swan song
Swarth enrobed dusk
Baleful tryst
And her name was silence
When longing came to be
The noise was deafening
They are the wolves, left behind
Marking the trees with claws and teeth
Far from the flesh they bleed
For the prey is mine to keep
In my world, peregrine
In those hands, kept within
In your eyes, trapped again
With our arms, abetted sin
Sighs and screams ensnared
Flesh domino, ghost to bare
Where your fingers crossed me
Breath bated, now be freed
Hours we writhed
White noise grinding time
Against the lips, fellated
Pourboire
A shift in the room
A strychnine boon imbibed
For the will was bound
And eternity found
Death painted comedy
Dreaming in ecstasy
She is my masterpiece
In her world, paradise
In my hands, life resides
In these eyes, joy ignites
One last dance, clouded skies
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Erotic and dark, fused in my own style.
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