Savory Satan

The blisters that don’t hurt

The burn that did.

To keep the chapped lips

That lie within.

To you I write

To miss and have your rite

Love’s Lust

The appeal of the apparent

To clench thy teeth is to be at will in a box

To be studying is to be researching the within.

Sometimes unworthy but always worth

The nails that grow long are renewing

Surprising to the touch

To exist is to be sentient

Denial a stemming, seeping

Forth worth

Enrapture

I could give a damn about waiting through the movie,

But more importantly – what do you think?

Understanding is the Devil

Looming in Disguise.