dipping in satan’s touch
i surrender to essence of waves
in minds on end
where thoughts led us
to be with but without
the devil in us
i etch myself in sin
cutting ribs to be within
myself at night
like i whisper to demons in my mind
i spoke to you
like a widows web
overlapping each time
slipping on fine lines
like your back in mine
twined in rhyme
in black
in essence of heaven
rivers to lily pads
jumping from time to line
as words we spoke
conversations i held in my mind
each time your lies felt mine
two hands down my spine
cracking vertebrae
each time
sin in our touch