Illogical illusions of indecent deeds. Spiraling strobes of incense and soft downy robes. Foreign faces with familiar graces. Laughter lilting at my broken defenses. Salacious seeds planted deep. Fear and loathsome loneliness it does reap. Cries quieted with polite lies. Swallowed with cheap bourbon and silent pleading. My knees bleed with blotted ink, drying beside her kisses and his semen.
*in the dark is where I thrive.