infected

dark-queen

infected

infected ink
as i pen
your mind is wound within

a thousand kisses
trailing paths
a night’s no-end

just a drop,
a thought,
a thing,

i bathe within,
you graze within
you’re in my head

maze of madness
heart of sadness
lips of needful lust

i’m the cursive line
affected ink
written with a fine-tip

the last curl of smoke
a wisp
drifting from your depraved lips

infected ink
as i pen
you’re a memory in the winter-wind

© Grace Black

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