until the next lie.

191207

blood stains on my fingers
ice lips at my neck
you’re so close to me now –
can i take the next step?

your eyes cut right through me
my heart ceases its beat
would your kiss be too salty
or penetratingly sweet?

my imagination runs off
and senses govern alone;
how i long to touch you,
my own sculpture of stone.

but you’re gone, fleeting shadow,
didn’t want to say goodbye;
well, i’ll just wait for you, darling –
until the next lie.