Inside the puddingland

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Monday, August 4, 2008

witch of crimson cacaphonies

music of blood

stains alkaline cracks

on poison glands of her skin

in the cauldron of dark winds

she is the witch of crimson cacaphonies

her eyes are a jazz of smoke

that smears the broken geometry

on her volcanic lips

in the whispers of her curling capillaries

melanin is a diluted temptation

my heart was pure poison

till it drank the alkaline blotches

in her bloodbath of pheromone

i am now but molten wax

smothered in the incandescence of her desire

in the cauldron of crimson cacaphonies

she is the witch of dark winds

in the mimicry of misty vapours

sweat on her poison glands

is her weaponry of revealing fantasy

sweet violence of silken seduction

wait till you taste

her salty catastrophe……….

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