Textures #58


i see you on the dancefloor 

the way you move it enthrals me

it’s not a dance but a call to arms

so i’ll move my army against you

as our bodies crash against each other

i’ll plunge my dagger into your chest

while you twist a pistol in my back

in ecstasy i’ll eat your heart raw

the way the shamans taught me

and you’ll bruise my lips blue and black and purple

like bursting pomegranate juice on your fingers

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