I keep these things behind my teeth

Like venom and bile

They leave a taste and residue behind

Dirty little things

I’m unclean in my movements

Broken in step

Can’t keep time

As I do what you like me to

The beat of my heart

Is syncopated with the rhythm of the untamed

It doesn’t quite match

Savage thoughts

And unkept wishes

Messiness abounds

No pretty smiles

Or sparkling eyes

Just disfigured thoughts

And broken hearts

His and mine


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