blue fragmentation
runs across her
small wrists

hot breath (strawberry lover)
lingers up her hands

the gypsy's word says
her life will be short
(wrinkles few)

teeth marks.
salty residue.
felt the fingerprints
with a tongue:

skin meets skin.

she feels shivers along her life lines
and damage to her respiratory system.

"hush, now
let me lick away your tears"

love's secret is lust.