Blow Back

i learn you like sheet metal mouth music -metalic talons making your wet grip my salt lick

i can’t count it as medical- its medieval -its i hope this privation doesn’t count as a craving

can i- if i’m an invited vampire not needing to make you mine in this lifetime and after it gives to grey

wild vine- i wrap myself inside of a secret token i later take out to taste

-i’d rather wrap myself in your illusions too preoccupied to tire on little lies

magic mouth- the one with rhythmic hymns i hear when i’m deaf to earth tones

lover’s touch- the kind that makes music sound as slow as shallow breath wanting to blow back

-i believe you when i picture how perfect it must feel to sleep beside a head full of glinting elipses

pardon me- i’ve only infractions when in the company of one i’d want to see me as other than obvious