Sweet Poison

“There’s a kind of magic in masks. Masks conceal one face, but they reveal another. The one that only comes out in darkness… [and in love, methinks]. ~ Terry Pratchett [and me]

 

I fell for his tongue
(sweet poison inked into art)
a satire of love.

i was lost, lost, lost… in lust
without love—pleasure
hath no north.

In the chaos of hidden thirsts afire,
he is madness (a learned art)
on skin, wanting and waiting…

hoping

love melts masks.

 

for a friend (who l believe might benefit from these words *right now*).

Mad Love
, by Dave Lebow

 

linked to Poets United.