THE MUSE WEARS

The Muse Wears 

A hint of stocking 

is nothing shocking 

and anything you think 

will not go

Sheathed in 

narcissism 

malice 

and low-cut lust 

like a Vogue Magazine reject 

She knows her style 

darkness 

her fashion 

power 

but all that glitters 

is foolishness 

She will bring you ink 

by the vein load 

cut you 

with her stilettos 

use her nails 

as fountain pens 

a perfect ten 

Tonight 

the Muse wears black 

and sleeps in red 

October 3, 2018

OctPoWriMo2018 Day 3

NUN OF THAT

Nun Of That 

Skin 

it’s all about 

the flesh 

Fingertips tear 

words whip 

valentine’s vivisect 

Love tears your soul apart 

and the chains of 

every melody 

are razors 

A little less vanilla 

a lot more blood 

It is the only way 

partaking of your body 

while you beg 

Saintly skin 

sacrilegious sex 

I am the nail 

in the coffin 

of your every 

little death 

The Priest of your pain 

the Father of your pleasure 

the only altar 

for your orgasms 

And you 

are my little Nun 

on your knees 

worshipping my Trinity 

And I am 

your Grail 

ever flowing 

with your tears 

October 2, 2018

OctPoWriMo2018 Day 2

CALL IT LOVE

Call It Love

Slowly I’ll slip in

a fine tipped needle

as opposed to

a dark, direct dagger

By the time you feel me

I’ll be normal to you

the way you always

were

are

the way you’re 

meant

to be

I’ll be your peripheral 

your purpose

your point of being

From needle

to cannon

I am a wrecking ball

inside you

and you

will love me for it

October 1, 2018

OctPoWriMo2018 Day 1