So very close to a song, so very nearly lyrics….
A lascivious lick into your territory,
You leave me dismantled with my own hapless assumptions,
Eruptions in my iris,
You line my lips with tattered serendipity,
I titter with unexplored angst,
I totter with relentless hate (or maybe love).
I tasted you once and I never wanted
To taste you again,
You are a body of disgust,
Sprinkled with lust on its rim
Disgruntling drops of dread,
I hate you for leaving me with alliterating fingers,
But I love you for making me a poet,
I love you for manipulating my mind
Into not thinking of consequences,
I love you for deceiving me into
Leaving naked traces of my keratin
On papers I dig my fingers into.
But most of all,
I love you for stripping off my shame,
All the rest are its indirect consequences.
But again, I hate you for making me
Steal words of Bukowski,
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