Studies in Sobriety Poetics Donate.
         
     

The Tongue Orgasm

 

     

I woke up and you weren't there
  then I made a chaufet
and cut myself with a knife,
    (-[]-)
it slipped
deeply into a finger
by accident.

I suckled the blood from it
   like it was breasts
and I liked the flavour,
   of our love,
because I could taste
it and you in it.

I also had somebody elses
   nightmare tonight
while we curled up into
   eachother.
To me it was an orgasm
you gave me.

I beat them, put fire to hair
   and cracked bones.
It was a public display of
   consequences
of unauthorized access
to my journal.

Then you walked through
   the closed door
and possessed me again.
   (-[]-)
The scent of
blood on my tongue
licking you.

       
 
         
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