Time Spent Tongueways
The wind
Cackled
Saturated with lust
Mouth open and wild delight
Taunted and taunting
I slipped through a small gap in your teeth
Mind now bow bent now bending ecstatic
And dancing
On your tongue
Feet left mingling with both sulphur and asphodels
And I didn’t want or need sleep or any of its cousins
As St. Vitus ruled then as he fails to rule now
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A gentle ruffle
A limp-wristed longing for something not limp-wristed
An abode
Cavernous
An abode which is the negation of comfort
I blink and I am Holofernes
It’s the expensive price of cheap indulgences
X
A laughter reverberated and enveloped
Brimming with malice
Glee
Laughter rearing its ugly head
As its sister Misfortune was in the wings
And I clambered through clouds to escape them
And I eschewed the isthmus between faith and crushing
Futile, really, when at a picnic of mirth
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An apparition, coarsely clothed in flesh
Bind me
In some fine pergament, instead
I think now I would rather be an object
