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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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