All deadly things possess cruel beauty.
For soul, a hungry fire, consuming duty-
for eyes, charcoal, and diamonds,
for voice, a guttural growl, then silence.
For skin, a hot summer night’n bright stars.
Lightheaded music oozing from cheap bars…
All deadly things possess magnetic pull.
You bite trouble, poison just a mouthful,
better you nibble, or lick… Kiss! Try’n inhale.
Immune to that rush? Don’t worry, you’ll fail.
Tingling in your fingers, a nervous tic,
Lips on lips, teeth meeting with a click…
All deadly things make you sincere…
So greedy, so wolfish, so ready to disappear.
Pic: Love is the Beast, by ROMANS