scarce

whining
groaning
caged/bemoaning
I want to feel something else
I wish I knew for myself
                   [What the fix was]
but because
I’m lost
I need your hand
In the dark
I need a hand
I need you|r| hand
I need a hand

–LM

snow white’s apple

I wanted your experience
                          of             me
                 to be ecstasy
                 So I suppose, after all
                 this Molly is laced

                             clip my brocade
                        & clasp my cage
       clicking behind in your wake
             the passing shade of

                        roleplay/
                             lunar eclipsed
                             lips bitten
          ripped red as snow white’s apple

         Drip
               Drip
                     Drip

–LM

Ubiquitous

When the moon is ripe
    I wonder what it may be like
           to kiss you|suddenly|softly.
       The moment is slow___
             yet contests my racing heart
                     & I know therein lies fantasy
                                                          abound

   I wonder at my own desires,
          bespelled by ancient oaths
                   We’re bound so
          [I know you’ll keep them]
                       safe

                   There are melted passions
                       strewn across my tongue
                         wet and pliable  [for you]
              If I wanted to play God I could not
                     though my wish would be not
                              for power but time travel
                                           & distance span

                 Madness simultaneously
                                    consumes &
                                   reveals all
                         lit like luminol
                  Let’s batter down these walls
                                      together
 
                                   &   if we couldn’t
                let’s make love before × them

-LM

Succubus

I swoon for decadence
Longing
         for your flesh
                   specifically… to surfeit me

An opulent sort of justice
                              for a
                     [Wanton spirit]
I’ll clasp your cuffs myself. . .

Douse me in debauchery
Twist me in filthy sheets
                       Trust me_
We’ll lure ourselves to sleep
Ambrosia parched & pallid

Grab a fistful
              of
mercurial love

            & we’ll spike this world
                                to shambles
                          I promise; til dawn

Til’…

–LM