SoulReserve

verge

my lips
know only sorrow,
and the poison
of his name,

those
who kiss me
wring them
in satisfaction,
their tongue
rolling over
jagged edges,

as I watch
glowing
mirthless love,
enter their eyes.

It will have them,
like it has me.

© SoulReserve 2017

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