& in the sweat-smeared mirror, sh's just not the same girl as she knows
Beneath the scarlet the chalk the charcoal she's foreign to herself
The wild-fire, the blood-lust fury are painted on by hand. skin that sears
White-hot has been tight-laced into a 2nd skin of leather & satin
& fur. her body snug in it's silver black silk cherry wine fug
& with each gesture, she slices, she sparks, dark & electric, each look made
To bait to hook to snare but she never touches. her fingers remain
Knotted about her hips & thighs, dipping into the small of her waist
She eludes the simple, uncomplicated skin contact that would pin her
Into place...
***** & in the end, all the pluses, all the minuses, were equal to the
Same the words i said out of place the bunched fist
Tight in your clenched face the taste of you.....
....i just wanted to become you
All night long i wear her ghost about me
She's ash; she's blood-roses
Her scent is on me all night...
My flesh awakens beneath her touch
She ties me into her clothes until the lace
Fire-brand my back - bu*tons me up; paints on
Purple and black - her perfume stains my wrists
- i wear the stigmata like bracelets. her furs
Spark needle sharp, burying in to my skin...
All night long i wear her ghost about me
She's ash; she's blood-roses
Her scent is on me all night...
All night long her ghost burns about me
With a flame i would quench at its core
Caught at the centre of the gla**
I would break i would smash
I would see her at my feet in pieces. unloose
Myself untie each knot - all her skins
Falling away & i would rebuild her
I would rebuild