By Henna
Oil Stained Walls,
Naked bronze,
Splattered Mould,
Timely Charm.
Without a murmur or trace,
fingertips met sordid oak.
I slipped into a scandal door -
Butchered by a sharp rendezvous.
She entered,
Fingernails met mangled metal
Jolted the doors mouth
Shut.
Her eyes crystalised,
fusing threads tender -
to laced pangs.
Hunger.
I ambled in caution,
Towards her embrace,
dragging my feet -
light bulb sizzles.
velvet black.
Rouge Lining Wrapped
each vessel within me,
soft mirage-
Territorial dig,
earth napes,
sup wildly.
Oily walls peel
Naked Skin-
Splattered Crimson,
Timely Charm.