Your Pungent Taste is Far From Sweet, My Friend
Your Pungent Taste is Far From Sweet, My Friend.
Budded flesh lacerates without restraint.
Insolence so bitter, it blears my eyes.
Your cavil epithets condemn my lips.
My blood beating beast carried too much lust.
Yours carried antipathy, or was that
just your kind of bilious love? Your lungs
breathed - devoured my vexation. Your
vile teeth gashed good intentions
born from my jagged wounds.
Budded flesh lacerates without restraint.
Insolence so bitter, it blears my eyes.
Your cavil epithets condemn my lips.
My blood beating beast carried too much lust.
Yours carried antipathy, or was that
just your kind of bilious love? Your lungs
breathed - devoured my vexation. Your
vile teeth gashed good intentions
born from my jagged wounds.
Katie Achilli