leather
bitten
bound
&
stricken
w/ this
taboo
memory
of u
history
recalling
me
back
to that
shadowy
world
presently
unfurled
by the
curl
of ure
whispering
voice
with one
finger
over my
lips
it
plucks
such
songs
from my
hair
ensnared
in that
clever
trap
i’ve fallen
in before
once
adored
twice
regarded
at heart
in lust
i trust
i must
obey
the law
that
u have
written
smitten
by
patchouli
&
prose
transpose
me
into the
perfect
key to
set me
free
of this
detestable
need for
prolific
suffer

b
r
o
o
d
y
brother

m
o
o
d
y
lover

i’m
tongue
stopped
brain
lopped
at the
stem

-again

oh
kiss me
again