Absin T ia



she slides like Night across my skin

in heels of black she walks like silken

notes made by the rain

in absentia, the dark, the shame

must confess itself to speak her name,

she takes me close she takes me in

her thighs so soft her satin limbs

mold to mine, complicit lines

wrap themselves inside my throat's

dialog, so sinful sweet

a kiss that kills in moments fleeting

verse, she comes in pain

stolen;

words of her refrain,

perfumed euphoria like opium coats

a taste of tongue sharp poison pink

cuts my brain like light's insane, crazy highs

in heels of black she slides and sighs

across the Night of my skin

notes of rain, she walks silken

black, caresses vain

absentia;

still, she comes in pain...



Poetry by fyodr
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Written on 2007-07-01 at 19:03

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