We slide, glide hit the spot
explode in liquid forgiveness numbness
guilt free buzz under neon lights
melting safe in sorrow,
how sweet the darkness beneath
your heart, flashing illusions
painted by blood red lips that have erupted
many fantasies into a Dali state,
reality on the rocks is momentary
as the senses play burn free in hell,
cultivate my pain and you'll have acres
of poison to erect your fountains
need dripping at the corner of your
mouth all is soft and tender as you
point your toes the sun come rising again
and I see me in your eyes for a moment
glistening as you part your lips and I find
the first taste of poison
exhilarating.
Amir Elzeni, USA
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